"This song commemorates the framing and murdering by the state of two US activists, Sacco and Vanzetti." Peter Hicks
To you beloved comrade, we make this solemn vow,
The fight will go on, the fight will still go on.
Like you beloved comrade, we pledge our bodies now,
The fight will go on, the fight will still go on.
Who will remember the hands so white and fair,
That touched the finest linen, that poured the finest wine,
Who will remember the gentle words they spoke,
That named 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 Wilkes Dubey
One hand on the gavel the other resting in his chair,
Who will remember the hateful words he said,
Speaking to the living, in the language of the dead.
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, the hand that pulled the switch,
Took the lives of two good men in the service of the rich,
Who will remember the one who 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,
Know 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.
The fight will go on, the fight will still go on.
Like you beloved comrade, we pledge our bodies now,
The fight will go on, the fight will still go on.
Who will remember the hands so white and fair,
That touched the finest linen, that poured the finest wine,
Who will remember the gentle words they spoke,
That named 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 Wilkes Dubey
One hand on the gavel the other resting in his chair,
Who will remember the hateful words he said,
Speaking to the living, in the language of the dead.
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, the hand that pulled the switch,
Took the lives of two good men in the service of the rich,
Who will remember the one who 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,
Know 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.
Contributed by Marcia - 2008/6/25 - 15:55
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