All the weary mothers of the earth will finally rest
We'll take their babies in our arms and do our best
When the sun is low upon the field
To love and music they will yield
And the weary mothers of the earth shall rest
And the farmer on his tractor and beside his plough
Will stand there in confusion as we wet his brow
With the tears of all the businessmen who see what they have done to him
And the weary farmers of the earth shall rest
And the aching workers of the world again shall sing
These words in mighty choruses to all will bring
We shall no longer be the poor for no one owns us anymore
And the workers of the world again shall sing
And when the soldiers burn their uniforms in every land
The foxholes at the borders will be left unmanned
General when you come for the review the troops will have forgotten you
And the men and women of the earth shall rest
And the weary mothers of the earth shall rest