A Bitter Lullaby Hello my name is Mother Jones roses are red I weep for all my children who haven’t been fed No jackets for the cold and no shoes for the frost Prosperity has come but with a bitter cost My name is Mother Jones I sing a bitter lullaby Kings sit on thrones While workers perish and die Could you give me an honest answer why? I sing a bitter lullaby I was a seamstress and a wage slave in my youth I awoke from America’s dream into the truth Early to rise working hard while the rich sleep late I’ve seen with my own eyes good cause for me to hate My name is Mother Jones I sing a bitter lullaby Kings sit on thrones While worker perish and die Could you give me an honest answer why? I sing a bitter lullaby They can break the body they can come steal the soul But a righteous Spirit only God can control And God Allmighty has seen their houses our prayer And God Allmighty has never set foot in there My name is Mother Jones I sing a bitter lullaby Kings sit on thrones While worker perish and die Could you give me an honest answer why? I sing a bitter lullaby I am a mother of the abused kin to the poor I preach revolution a necessary cure We’ll strike to be free from starvation wages And move away from these so called golden ages My name is Mother Jones I sing a bitter lullaby Kings sit on thrones While worker perish and die Could you give me an honest answer why? I sing a bitter lullaby Money is paper human beings alive You sip your rum while we can just barely survive Your possessions are too many your wealth immense Yet you lust for more your greed it just makes no sense My name is Mother Jones I sing a bitter lullaby Kings sit on thrones While worker perish and die Could you give me an honest answer why? I sing a bitter lullaby From the grave hear my cry I live though I die I sing a bitter lullaby
Posted on: Thu, 01 Aug 2013 21:35:19 +0000
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