All the weary mothers of the earth will finally rest

We will take their babies in our arms and do our best

When the sun is low upon the field

To love and music they will yield

And the weary mothers of the earth shall rest



And the farmer on his tractor and beside his plow

Will stand there in confusion as we wet his brow

With the tears of all the businessmen

Who see what they have done to him

And the weary farmers of the earth shall rest



And the aching workers of the world again shall sing

These words in mighty choruses to all will bring

"We shall no longer be the poor

For no one owns us anymore"



And the workers of the world again shall sing

And when the soldiers burn their uniforms in every land

The foxholes at the borders will be left unmanned

General, when you come for the review

The troops will have forgotten you

And the men and women of the earth shall rest