Tom Russell
Manzanar
He said my name is NakashimaAnd I'm a proud AmericanI came here in '27From my homeland of JapanAnd we picked your grapes and orangesMade some money, bought a storeUntil 1942Pearl Harbor and the warCame those relocation ordersThey took our house, the store, the carThen they drove us to the desertTo a place called ManzanarThe Spanish word for "apple orchard"Though we saw no apple treesJust the rows of prison barracksAnd barbed wired boundariesAnd we dream of apple blossomsWaving free beneath the starsTill we wake up in the desertThe prisoners of ManzanarManzanarSongtexteFifty years, they've all but vanishedAnd now I am an old manBut I don't regret the dayThat I came here from JapanBut on moonlit winter nightsI often wish upon a starThat I'd forget the shame and sorrowThat I felt at ManzanarAnd we dream of apple blossomsWaving free beneath the starsTill we wake up in the desertThe prisoners of ManzanarManzanar
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