Judy Collins - Bread and roses

^AAs we go marching marching in the beauty of the ^Eday, ^AA million darkened kitchens, a ^B7thousand mill lofts ^E7gray, ^AAre touched with all the ^F#mradiance that a s^Dudden sun ^E7discloses, For the ^Apeople hear us singing: "Bread and ^Droses! Bread and ^Ero^Ases!"

^AAs we go marching, marching, we battle too for ^Emen, ^AFor they are women's children, and we ^B7mother them ^E7again. ^AOur lives shall not be ^F#msweated from ^Dbirth until life ^E7closes; Hearts ^Astarve as well as bodies; give us ^Dbread but give us ^Ero^Ases!

^AAs we go marching, marching, unnumbered women ^Edead ^AGo crying through our singing their ^B7ancient cry for ^E7bread. ^ASmall art and love and ^F#mbeauty their ^Ddrudging spirits ^E7knew. Yes, ^Ait is bread we fight for - but we ^Dfight for ^Eroses, ^Atoo!

^AAs we go marching, marching, we bring the greater ^Edays. ^AThe rising of the women means the ^B7rising of the ^E7race. ^ANo more the drudge and ^F#midler - ten that ^Dtoil where one ^E7reposes, But a ^Asharing of life's glories - Bread and ^Droses! Bread and ^Ero^Ases!