In the migrant capital of the world,
There's always light drizzle,
Keeps out summer sizzle,
In the migrant capital of the world;
No winds except breezes,
And no winter freezes,
In the migrant capital of the world.

In the migrant capital of the world,
Storms they don't blow here,
Nor thunder go here,
In the migrant capital of the world;
Yes, you can stay here,
Hyaks keep away here,
From the migrant capital of the world.

In the migrant capital of the world,
The night air is chilly,
The country is hilly,
In the migrant capital of the world;
The waves they are wrinkled,
The surf it is sprinkled,
In the migrant capital of the world.

In the migrant capital of the world,
The cities are gleaming,
With true and false dreaming,
In the migrant capital of the world;
The towns they are pearly,
And no one is surly,
In the migrant capital of the world.

In the migrant capital of the world,
The wheat fields are glowing,
And healthy cows lowing,
In the migrant capital of the world;
From old snow-capped mountains,
To new gushing fountains,
In the migrant capital of the world.

In the migrant capital of the world,
There's great rivers winding,
A people they're binding,
In the migrant capital of the world;
You are now invited,
To join us united,
In the migrant capital of the world!