Key: Ab major•
Verse 1
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I love those who labor I sing of the farmers
and weavers and fishermen and
miners as well.
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draw near me before you grow
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weary I'll sing of myself. I
was brought up in
A joy to my father,
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a joy to my mother.
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The pain of my country
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was nothing to me.
My school days being over
I became a rover to
Russia and
China,
to
France and to
Spain.
I lived at my leisure,
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I lived but for pleasure and so none the wiser
to
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but with time changing
a friend he became.
For the joys of a lover can equal no other,
forever anew,
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and yet always the same.
Good fortune attending,
we don't lack a living.
Our children a blessing,
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But to live amid plenty can only torment
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of the country belongs to the few.
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I join with the angry, I join with the hungry.
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For long years of anguish,
To hate and to anger, I am not a stranger,
I welcome the danger.
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and yet I'm afraid.
For I fear the fate of the rebels and
As the trial comes near if I find I can dare it
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no longer afraid.
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For I've learned to be angry,
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I've learned to be many,
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I've earned all my friends,
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even foes will commend me.
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I stand with the many, I am not alone.
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In the presence of fighters, I
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find a new peace.
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In the company of workers,
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replenish myself.
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Of miners and weavers,
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When I sing of my brothers, I sing of myself.
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