In the gloom of mighty cities Mid the roar of whirling wheels We are toiling on like chattel slaves of old And our masters hope to keep us Ever thus beneath their heels And to coin our very life blood into gold But we have a glowing dream Of how fair the world will seem When each man can live his life secure and free When the earth is owned by labor And there's joy and peace for all In the commonwealth of toil that is to be They would keep us cowed and beaten Cringing meekly at their feet They would stand between each worker and his bread Shall we yield our lives up to them For the bitter crust we eat? Shall we only hope for heaven when we're dead? But we have a glowing dream Of how fair the world will seem When each man can live his life secure and free When the earth is owned by labor And there's joy and peace for all In the commonwealth of toil that is to be They have laid our lives out for us To the utter end of time Shall we stagger on beneath their heavy load? Shall we let them live forever In their gilded halls of crime With our children doomed to toil beneath their goad? But we have a glowing dream Of how fair the world will seem When each man can live his life secure and free When the earth is owned by labor And there's joy and peace for all In the commonwealth of toil that is to be When our cause is all triumphant And we claim our Mother Earth And the nightmare of the present fades away We shall live with love and laughter We who now are little worth And we'll not regret the price we have to pay Na escuridão das poderosas cidades No meio do rugido das rodas giratórias Estamos trabalhando como escravos antigos E nossos mestres esperam nos manter Sempre assim sob seus calcanhares E cunhar nossa própria vida em ouro Mas nós temos um sonho brilhante De quão justo o mundo parecerá Quando cada homem pode viver sua vida seguro e livre Quando a terra pertencer ao trabalho E houver alegria e paz para todos Na Comunidade do Trabalho que virá Eles nos manteriam intimidados e espancados Encolhendo-se humildemente a seus pés Eles ficavam entre cada trabalhador e seu pão Devemos entregar nossas vidas a eles Pela crosta amarga que comemos? Devemos apenas esperar pelo céu quando estivermos mortos? Eles definiram nossas vidas para nós Até o fim dos tempos Devemos cambalear sob sua carga pesada? Vamos deixá-los viver para sempre Nos seus salões dourados do crime Com nossos filhos fadados a trabalhar sob o aguilhão? Quando nossa causa for triunfante E reivindicarmos nossa Mãe Terra E o pesadelo do presente desaparecer Vamos viver com amor e riso Nós que agora valemos pouco E não vamos nos arrepender do preço que temos que pagar