Who will remember, the hands so white and fine
That touched the finest linen that poured the finest wine?
Who will remember, the gentle words they spoke
To name the lives of two good men, a nuisance or a joke
And all who know these two good arms
Know I never had to rob or kill
I can live by my own two hands and live well
And all my life I have struggled
To rid the earth of all such crimes.
Who will remember Judge Webster Thayer
One hand on the gavel, the other resting on the chair.
Who will remember the hateful words he said
Speaking to the living in the language of the dead.
All who know these two good arms
Know I never had to rob or kill
I can live by my own two hands and live well
And all my life I have struggled
To rid the earth of all such crimes.
Who will remember the hand upon the switch
That took the lives of two good men
In the service of the rich?
Who will remember the one that gave the nod
Or the chaplain standing near at hand
To invoke the name of God
And all who know these two good arms,
Know I never had to rob or kill,
I can live by my own two hands and live well,
And all my life I have struggled,
To rid the earth of all such crimes.
We will remember this good shoemaker,
we will remember this poor fish peddlar,
We will remember all the strong arms and hands,
That never once found justice in the hands that rule this land.
And all who knew these two good men,
Knew they never had to rob or kill,
Each had lived by his own two hands and lived well,
And all their lives they had struggled,
To rid the earth of all such crimes
And all our lives we must struggle,
To rid the earth of all such crimes.
That touched the finest linen that poured the finest wine?
Who will remember, the gentle words they spoke
To name the lives of two good men, a nuisance or a joke
And all who know these two good arms
Know I never had to rob or kill
I can live by my own two hands and live well
And all my life I have struggled
To rid the earth of all such crimes.
Who will remember Judge Webster Thayer
One hand on the gavel, the other resting on the chair.
Who will remember the hateful words he said
Speaking to the living in the language of the dead.
All who know these two good arms
Know I never had to rob or kill
I can live by my own two hands and live well
And all my life I have struggled
To rid the earth of all such crimes.
Who will remember the hand upon the switch
That took the lives of two good men
In the service of the rich?
Who will remember the one that gave the nod
Or the chaplain standing near at hand
To invoke the name of God
And all who know these two good arms,
Know I never had to rob or kill,
I can live by my own two hands and live well,
And all my life I have struggled,
To rid the earth of all such crimes.
We will remember this good shoemaker,
we will remember this poor fish peddlar,
We will remember all the strong arms and hands,
That never once found justice in the hands that rule this land.
And all who knew these two good men,
Knew they never had to rob or kill,
Each had lived by his own two hands and lived well,
And all their lives they had struggled,
To rid the earth of all such crimes
And all our lives we must struggle,
To rid the earth of all such crimes.
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La canzone è basata sul discorso finale di Vanzetti.
testo ripreso da Songs about immigrants.