LABOR DAY
Our workers are our saviors
The redeemers of every race.
From those who built the pyramids
To the rockets for outer space.
The redeemers of every race.
From those who built the pyramids
To the rockets for outer space.
With our fingers weary and worn
And our eyelids heavy and red,
We feel we've earned God's blessings
As we lay down our sleepy head
And our eyelids heavy and red,
We feel we've earned God's blessings
As we lay down our sleepy head
After death there’ll be lots of rest,
Though the living must suffer toil
For every thing that man must have,
Comes from the air, the sea and soil.
Though the living must suffer toil
For every thing that man must have,
Comes from the air, the sea and soil.
"Yes" labor is part of life on earth
For without it we make no gains.
By work we receive life's rewards,
As fortunes are made by our pains.
For without it we make no gains.
By work we receive life's rewards,
As fortunes are made by our pains.
By Tom Zart
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