Today in a village of famine,
A feast was had by all
So stop all the presses
and listen for the riots and brawls
But no rifles were aimed at comrades,
Only at our fascist lords
There were ghosts of
Winstanley?s farmers
When they were wielding
Ploughs not swords
What reason have they to dance
And to sing?
Their pockets are all empty,
They've no stewards, queens or kings
No bosses, laws or order
Marching armies must we bring
To give them all a reason
Now to dance
And to sing!
verse 2
Hush scholar of history,
Do not write a word
We'll make repetition out of precedents,
See that this dream goes deferred
Tell of insatiable greed within us
And how the rebellion didn't work
So in a hundred years it's forgotten
Shift the tale and shift the worth
What reason have they to dance and to sing?
Their pockets are all empty,
They've no stewards, queens or kings
No bosses, laws or order
Marching armies must we bring
To give them all a reason
Now to dance and to sing!
Instrumental
verse 3
Where the women took up arms
To kill the fascists to protect life
Where the food was freed at last
For all the people's fork and knife
'Tis the reason they have to dance and to sing
Their pockets are all empty,
They've no stewards, queens or kings
No bosses, laws or order,
Everyone has everything
Each day gives them a reason now
To dance and to sing!