A Sunday In Battery Park lyrics

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 that 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

On 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

• Artist:Kristina från Duvemåla (musical)
• Album:Kristina från Duvemåla