All the weary mothers of the earth
All the weary mothers of the earth will finally restWe will take their babies in our arms and do our bestWhen the sun is low upon the fieldTo love and music they will yieldAnd the weary mothers of the earth shall rest
And the farmer on his tractor and beside his plowWill stand there in confusion as we wet his browWith the tears of all the businessmenWho see what they have done to himAnd the weary farmers of the earth shall rest
And the aching workers of the world again shall singThese words in mighty choruses to all will bring"We shall no longer be the poorFor no one owns us anymore"And the workers of the world again shall sing
And when the soldiers burn their uniforms in every landThe foxholes at the borders will be left unmannedGeneral, when you come for the reviewThe troops will have forgotten youAnd the men and women of the earth shall rest