All across every land Every soul, every hand From the clerk to the crook From the pawn to the rook Trace the path, crop to root Scrape the mud from my boot And I found that somehow All are comrades
With this beat of my drum With this shot of my gun From my mouth, from my mind From my heart, out of binds Every act, a revolt From your dream, I awoke Rubbed me eyes just to find All are comrades
Every soul, every hand All are comrades Every heart, every land All our comradesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
