I came to this country at 15 years of age/ the desert was as fierce as a hurricane/ but we made it to Brawley, California/ where the sun is so hot it melts the rain/ we traveled up north through the seasons/ our hands and our fingers were sore/ we just kept on going/ like the river meeting the shore
(chorus) we settled in Yakima valley/ eastern Washington state/ I still believe in America/ how long must I wait
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