Will you let me in, or are you at capacity Will you set me free, are you holding onto history Will you be sincere, are you averse to honesty Will you dare to hear those children matching on the street Oh God bless America, the heartache of mine Oh God bless America, the heartache of mine Will you let me bring, Isabela here from Nairobi On the phone she was ill, and so was the economy In fifty years, when I'm frail barely on my feet Will you be kind oh dear, like you promised at the embassy Oh God bless America, the heartache of mine Oh God bless America, the heartache of mine When the time it is sweet, it won't matter who your god is Or the tone of your skin, or who you choose to share your love with Oh God bless America, the heartache of mine Oh God bless America, the heartache of mine