Bread and Roses (feat. Alana Amram

As we go marching, marching
in the beauty of the day
A million darkened kitchens
a thousand mill lofts grey
Are touched with all the radiance
that a sudden sun discloses
For the people hear us singing
bread and roses, bread and roses.

As we go marching, marching
we battle too, for men
for they are women's children
and we mother them again.
Our lives shall not be sweated
from birth until life closes.
Hearts starve as well as bodies
give us bread, but give us roses.

As we go marching, marching
un-numbered women dead
Go crying through our singing
their ancient cry for bread.
Small art and love and beauty
their drudging spirits knew
Yes, it is bread we fight for
but we fight for roses, too.

As we go marching, marching
we're standing proud and tall.
The rising of the women means the rising of us all.
No more the drudge and idler
ten that toil where one reposes
But a sharing of life's glories
bread and roses, bread and roses.

Hearts starve as well as bodies
Give us bread, but give us roses
Bread and roses, bread and roses