Lyrics
scour like the fire from the mouth of my gun
blow like the wind through the blossoming quebradas
Thine is the toil, give us this day the strength and the courage to fight The, thine is the toil
The peril and despair, reach out your hand to see a new day grow
And blow like the wind through the blossoming quebradas, quays and chimneys
thine is the day
you who can shape tomorrow with your hands
Our labourer who art beneath the dark sky, reach out your hand to see a new day grow
lead us not to misery
Our labourer who art among your brothers, we ll go together
thine is the day
You who can shape tomorrow with your hands, for ever and ever till death do us apart, and harrowed be the acres
Scour like the fire from the mouth of my gun, kingdom of fairness and justice for all
give us this day the strength and the courage to fight
Kingdom come, you who can shape tomorrow with your hands, you who can tame the forces of the river
Lead us not to misery, our labourer of quarries Worker, deliver us from domination
And blow like the wind through the blossoming quebradas, our labourer who art beneath the dark sky Moddi, our labourer who art beneath the dark sky
Our labourer who art among your brothers, give us this day the strength and the courage to fight, reach out your hand to see a new day grow
the peril and despair
Our labourer who art among your brothers, you who can shape tomorrow with your hands Our, and blow like the wind through the blossoming quebradas
Your will be done in factories and farmyards, lead us not to misery, you who can tame the forces of the river