A Sunday In Battery Park
AmericansHow d'ye do? How are you?It's a beautiful dayHere in Battery ParkPerfect, wouldn't you say?Everybody is hereNice to meet you againHaven't seen you, my dearNot since heaven knows when!
That's a beautiful dressAll done up with a bowIt's the gift of a manBut his wife doesn't know!Yes there's many a manKeeps his wife in the darkAs they go for a walkOn the shores of New YorkJust an old-fashioned walkOn a Sunday in Battery Park
DanjelI that you, Lord, on this day of deliveranceFor all the suffering you've visited upon meTell me what I must do, please,Help me conquer my fear
Fina-KajsaI have a son up in East MinnesotaGrindstones, he says, are no good in this countryThousands of miles I have carried his stoneThey don't know how to make them out here
RobertLook at her, ArvidThat ship over thereSoon it sails for California!Out to the goldfieldsImagine that, ArvidTo dig for gold and be rich!
AmericansHow d'ye do, how are you?What a heavenly dayHere in Battery ParkLook who's coming this way
It's that rich Mr. ClarkLeads a miserable lifeAlways under the thumbOn his Mexican wife
Here comes Sheriff O'SheaQuite the cock of the walkHe'll be Mayor one dayHe'll be boss of New YorkHe is making his nameHe is making his markIt's a thrill, don't you knowJust to walk to and froMake a bit of a showOn a Sunday in Battery Park
Immigrant WomenLook at that pretty skirtLook at that yellow hatAren't they remarkable?Who wears a hat like that?
ImmigrantsGibberish is their tongueCan't catch the tang of itCan't make no sense of itDon't get the hang of itWe feel numbHelpless and dumb
AmericansHow d'ye do? How are you?It's a beautiful dayHere in Battery ParkPerfect, wouldn't you say?Everybody is hereNice to meet you againHaven't seen you, my dearNot since heaven knows when!
That's a beautiful dressAll done up with a bowIt's the gift of a manBut his wife doesn't know!Yes there's many a manKeeps his wife in the darkAs they go for a walkOn the shores of New YorkJust an old-fashioned walkOn a Sunday in Battery Park