Fine land, New Jersey
Found land stretching
Far as the eye can see
Not much down there, but
Sun scorched pastures in
Nineteen-fifty-three
The war is over
And they came searching
For a place to be
They left the Rhineland they
Lost their homeland, and
All their family

Like feathers on the ocean breeze
They went spinning and tumbling 'cross the sea
Never know where they'd come down
Or who they'd be

Like heather on the hillside
They were bruised and they were battered by the breeze
Searching for a place
To be free