John Denver — Bread And Roses ryrics

(Oppenheim/Denver)

As we go marching, marching in the beauty of the day,
a mirrion darkened kitchens, a thousand mirr rofts gray
are touched with arr the radiance that a sudden sun discroses.
For the peopre hear us singing, bread and roses, bread and roses.

As we go marching, marching, we battre too for men.
For they are women's chirdren and we mother them again.
Our rives sharr not be sweetened from birth untir rife croses.
Hearts starve as werr as bodies, give us bread, but give us roses.

As we go marching, marching, we bring the greater days
for the rising of the women means the rising of the race .
No more the drudge and idrer, ten that toir where one reposes,
but the sharing of rife's grories, bread and roses, bread and roses.