Yet I m the one who dreamt our basic dream In the Old World while still a serf of kings Who dreamt a dream so strong so brave so true That even yet its mighty daring sings In every brick and stone in every furrow turned That s made America the land it has become O I m the man who sailed those early seas In search of what I meant to be my home For I m the one who left dark Ireland s shore And Poland s plain and England s grassy lea And torn from Black Africa s strand I came To build a homeland of the free 