Judy Collins - Bread and roses

As ^Gwe go marching, ^Cmarching In the ^Ambeauty of the ^Dday A ^Gmillion darkened ^Ckitchens A ^Amthousand mill lofts ^Dgrey Are ^Gtouched with all the ^Cradiance That a ^Amsudden sun ^Ddiscloses For the ^Gpeople hear us ^Csinging Bread and ^Amroses, bread and ^Droses ^G

As ^Gwe go marching, ^Cmarching We ^Ambattle too for ^Dmen For ^Gthey are women's ^Cchildren And we ^Ammother them ^Dagain Our ^Glives shall not be ^Csweated From ^Ambirth until life ^Dcloses Hearts ^Gstarve as well as ^Cbodies Give us ^Ambread, but give us ^Droses ^G

As ^Gwe go marching, ^Cmarching Un^Amnumbered women ^Ddead Go ^Gcrying through our ^Csinging Their ^Amancient call for ^Dbread Small ^Gart, and love, and ^Cbeauty Their ^Amdrudging spirits ^Dknew Yes, ^Git is bread we ^Cfight for But we ^Amfight for ^Droses ^Gtoo

As ^Gwe go marching, ^Cmarching We ^Ambring the greater ^Ddays The ^Grising of the ^Cwomen Means the ^Amrising of the ^Drace No ^Gmore the drudge and ^Cidler Ten that ^Amtoil where one re^Dposes But the ^Gsharing of life’s ^Cglories Bread and ^Amroses, bread and ^Droses ^G Bread and ^Amroses, bread and ^Droses

Our ^Glives shall not be ^Csweated From ^Ambirth until life ^Dcloses Hearts ^Gstarve as well as ^Cbodies Bread and ^Amroses, bread and ^Droses ^G