Musical Lestat - Welcome to the new world

What more could one expect
Of something new?

A feast of saints and sinners
A home spun web of old beginnings,
This new world holds the most collective stew
For what indeed
Could match this popery.

Here the immigrant is plentiful,
the pagan Indian colorful,
In America i`ll reconstruct my dreams.
The German and the Irish flock here
With hope and family,
The melody of language fills the streets,
Like myself, there are the French
Who bring their old world common sense
While the Spanish bring their fine nobility.
Here the tribal garb, the manners
Of the free people of colours
Seems strange to me
When others are enslaved.

This New Orleans, this melting pot
Is overflowing with cast offs
Who've been dragged or freely came across the waves.
And here there's (...) in the streets as they shout out the windows

'Welcome to the new world
Of the Cajun and the Creole.
Welcome to the new World.
(...) Europeans
Shake loose your prior shackles
For some good old superstition.
Welcome to the new world.
For a wealth at new beginnings.'