Worker's Song (Handful Of Earth)

歌詞

Come all you workers who toil night and day By hand and by brain to earn your pay Who for centuries long past for no more than your bread Have bled for your country and counted your dead Aye, the factories and mills The shipyards and mines We've oft been told to keep up with the times But our skills are not needed now for they've streamlined the job With lawyers and computers our lives they'll rob Ah but when the sky darkens and the prospect is war They'll give us a gun and push us to the fore And expect us to die for the land of our birth Although we never owned one handful of earth We're the first ones to starve, the first ones to die The first ones in line for that pie in the sky And we're always the last when the cream is shared out For the workers working when the fat cat's about Now for all these things that the worker has done From tilling the fields to carrying the gun He's been yoked to the plow since time first begun And I'm afraid I'm afraid the race is not run For when the sky darkens and the prospect is war They'll give him a gun and push him to the fore And expect him to die for the land of his birth Although he never owned one handful of earth Although he never owned one handful of earth Although he never owned one handful of earth Although he never owned one handful of earth