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It happened every time
Someone would look up and see her
It's difficult to understand There'd be more than a thousand of us on that ship
Traveling rich folks, immigrants and strange people, and us
Yet there was always one
One guy alone who would see her first
Maybe he was just sitting there eating or walking on the deck
Maybe he was just fixing his pants
He'd look up for a second. A quick glance out to sea and he'd see her
Then he'd just stand there rooted to the spot, his heart racing
And every time every damn time, I swear
he'd turn to us, towards the ship towards everybody and scream :“America”
每次都是這樣
某人一抬頭就看到她
很難理解
那船上有上千人
有富人， 移民， 陌生人和我們
但是總會有一個人
一眼就看到她的單身漢
或許他只是坐在那吃東西或是在甲板上散步
或許他正在縫補褲子
他抬起頭，很快地向海上望去，便看到了她
他站在那里，他的腳像生了根，心也悸動不安
每次， 每一次，我發誓
他轉向我，沖著船朝著每個人大喊:“美國”
