Music Video
Top Songs By Christy Moore
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Christy Moore
Vocals
Jim Higgins
Percussion
Seamie O'Dowd
Guitar
Andy Moore
Background Vocals
Gavin Murphy
Keyboards
Mark Redmond
Uilleann Pipes
James Blennerhassett
Double Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bob Dylan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Christy Moore
Producer
Jim Higgins
Producer
Gavin Murphy
Recording Engineer
David Meade
Recording Engineer
Richard Dowling
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
I pity the poor immigrant who wishes he'd stayed at home
Uses all his power to do evil, in the end is always left so alone
That man who with his fingers cheats who lies with every breath
Who passionately hates his life and likewise fears his death
I pity the poor immigrant whose strength is spent in vain
Whose heaven is like ironsides, and whose tears are like the rain
Who eats but is not satisfied, who hears but does not see
Who falls in love with wealth itself and turns his back on me
I pity the poor immigrant who tramples through the mud
Who fills his mouth with laughing and who builds his town with blood
Whose vision in the end must shatter like a glass
I pity the poor immigrant when his gladness comes to pass
Writer(s): Bob Dylan
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com