A Sunday In Battery Park

David Hess, Joy Hermalyn, Kevin Odekirk, Ensemble

Americans 
How d’ye do? How are you?
It’s a beautiful day
Here in Battery Park
Perfect, wouldn’t you say?
Everybody is here
Nice to meet you again
Haven’t seen you, my dear
Not since Heaven knows when!

That’s a beautiful dress
All done up with a bow
It’s the gift of a man
But his wife doesn’t know!
Yes there’s many a man
Keeps his wife in the dark
As they go for a walk
On the shores of New York
Just an old-fashioned walk
On a Sunday in Battery Park

Danjel 
I thank you, Lord, on this day of deliverance
For all the suffering you’ve visited upon me
Tell me what I must do, please,
Help me conquer my fear

Fina-Kajsa
I have a son up in East Minnesota
Grindstones, he says, are no good in this country
Thousands of miles I have carried his stone
They don’t know how to make them out here

Robert 
Look at her, Arvid
That ship over there
Soon it sails for California!
Out to the goldfields
Imagine that, Arvid
To dig for gold and be rich!

Americans 
How d’ye do, how are you?
What a heavenly day
Here in Battery Park
Look who’s coming this way

It’s that rich Mr. Clark
Leads a miserable life
Always under the thumb
Of his Mexican wife

Here comes Sheriff O’Shea
Quite the cock of the walk
He’ll be Mayor one day
He’ll be boss of New York
He is making his name
He is making his mark
It’s a thrill, don’t you know
Just to walk to and fro
Make a bit of a show
On a Sunday in Battery Park

Immigrant Women 
Look at that pretty skirt
Look at that yellow hat
Aren’t they remarkable?
Who wears a hat like that?

Immigrants 
Gibberish is their tongue
Can’t catch the tang of it
Can’t make no sense of it
Don’t get the hang of it
We feel numb
Helpless and dumb

Americans 
How d’ye do? How are you?
It’s a beautiful day
Here in Battery Park
Perfect, wouldn’t you say?
Everybody is here
Nice to meet you again
Haven’t seen you, my dear
Not since Heaven knows when!

That’s a beautiful dress
All done up with a bow
It’s the gift of a man
But his wife doesn’t know!
Yes there’s many a man
Keeps his wife in the dark
As they go for a walk
On the shores of New York
Just an old-fashioned walk
On a Sunday in Battery Park

© 2010 Mono Music AB

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