Opening by The Rags: The Musical Original London Cast Recording Company Lyrics
[Instrumental]
[Rachel, spoken]
Before we left they told me, "Take all the feather beds." In America, they sleep on hard mattresses. Even in winter!
[Jack, spoken]
I leave everything familiar behind. I will work. I will make. Nothing will ever be the same again
[Anna, spoken]
They told me I mustn't carry money in a pocketbook. I must sew it into the lining of my jacket
[Sal, spoken]
They said one virtue is needed in America: cheek. Do not say, "I cannot. I do not know."
[Avram, spoken]
Next year, in Jеrusalem - no. Next year, in Amеrica. Here is our Promised Land!
[All, spoken]
We talk about America. We dream about America. We all have one wish: We will be Americans!
[Instrumental]
[Rachel, spoken]
Before we left they told me, "Take all the feather beds." In America, they sleep on hard mattresses. Even in winter!
[Jack, spoken]
I leave everything familiar behind. I will work. I will make. Nothing will ever be the same again
[Anna, spoken]
They told me I mustn't carry money in a pocketbook. I must sew it into the lining of my jacket
[Sal, spoken]
They said one virtue is needed in America: cheek. Do not say, "I cannot. I do not know."
[Avram, spoken]
Next year, in Jеrusalem - no. Next year, in Amеrica. Here is our Promised Land!
[All, spoken]
We talk about America. We dream about America. We all have one wish: We will be Americans!
[Instrumental]