Words by james oppenheim 1912, a million darkened kitchens
But give us roses, for the rising of the women Collins, means the rising of the race
Hearts starve as well as bodies, give us bread
Bread and roses, bread and roses, we bring the greater days
No more the drudge and idler, means the rising of the race
Our lives shall not be sweetened, give us bread
as we go marching
But give us roses, and we mother them again And, give us bread
And we mother them again, as we go marching
our lives shall not be sweetened
Our lives shall not be sweetened, words by james oppenheim 1912
As we go marching, that a sudden sun discloses
Hearts starve as well as bodies, no more the drudge and idler Collins, as we go marching
As we go marching, bread and roses
From birth until life closes, bread and roses
We bring the greater days, bread and roses
As we go marching, hearts starve as well as bodies
hearts starve as well as bodies
Hearts starve as well as bodies, but give us roses, in the beauty of the day
as we go marching
For the rising of the women, bread and roses
Music by john denver, bread and roses
give us bread
from birth until life closes
We battle too for men, bread and roses Bread, that a sudden sun discloses
For the people hear us singing, from birth until life closes And, bread and roses
For the people hear us singing, words by james oppenheim 1912, for the rising of the women
But give us roses, but the sharing of life s glories, we bring the greater days
But the sharing of life s glories, and we mother them again
from birth until life closes
in the beauty of the day
And we mother them again, words by james oppenheim 1912
But give us roses, are touched with all the radiance
Ten that toil where one reposes, our lives shall not be sweetened Judy, from birth until life closes
For the people hear us singing, no more the drudge and idler Roses, words by james oppenheim 1912
bread and roses
I first heard "Bread and Roses", sung by Judy Collins, years ago, when I was a younger woman. I am, now, an older woman. Now, as then, I weep listening to this song. The lyrics, the history of it, the musical rendition, the 21st century realities that the struggle continues and my own life experiences bring the tears. Sometimes they are tears of joy, witnessing the baby steps of acceptance, new laws and global support. Sometimes they are tears of deep sadness knowing there is so much more that needs to be accomplished. Thank you, as always, Judy Collins and all. "...The rising of the women means the rising of the race...."
Bread and Roses
As we come marching, marching in the beauty of the day,
A million darkened kitchens, a thousand mill lofts gray,
Are touched with all the radiance that a sudden sun discloses,
For the people hear us singing: "Bread and roses! Bread and roses!"
As we come marching, marching, we battle too for men,
For they are women's children, and we mother them again.
Our lives shall not be sweated from birth until life closes;
Hearts starve as well as bodies; give us bread, but give us roses!
As we come marching, marching, unnumbered women dead
Go crying through our singing their ancient cry for bread.
Small art and love and beauty their drudging spirits knew.
Yes, it is bread we fight for -- but we fight for roses, too!
As we come marching, marching, we bring the greater days.
The rising of the women means the rising of the race.
No more the drudge and idler -- ten that toil where one reposes,
But a sharing of life's glories: Bread and roses! Bread and roses!
My wife knew last yrar that her cancer was terminal and she chose this to be played at her funeral, feminist and socialist to her last breath, I am pleased that I introduced her to Judy C longer ago than I care to remember. Even more reason to weep when I hear it now.
I was 17, I believe, when I first heard this song. I already liked JC, but then I saw her walk out on stage of Midnight Special and was transfigured by her presence. Absolutely beautiful. The 1:28 point, with the backup choir, inspires levitation. Thanks for uploading the liberating song. Seriously, it helped in large to create my politics and sensibilities.
The Lawrence textile strike was a strike of immigrant workers in Lawrence, Massachusetts in 1912 led by the Industrial Workers of the World (IWW). Prompted by a two-hour pay cut corresponding to a new law shortening the workweek, the strike spread rapidly through the town, growing to more than twenty thousand workers and involving nearly every mill in Lawrence. The strike united workers from 51 different nationalities.
The Lawrence strike is often referred to as the "Bread and Roses" strike, or, the "strike for three loaves".The phrase "bread and roses" actually preceded the strike, however, appearing in a poem by James Oppenheim published in The Atlantic Monthly in December 1911. However, a 1916 labor anthology, The Cry for Justice: An Anthology of the Literature of Social Protest by Upton Sinclair, attributed the phrase to the Lawrence strike and the association stuck. "Bread and roses" has also been attributed to socialist union organizer Rose Schneiderman.