I want to hear America singing
To the sound of industry,
I want to hear america singing...... out in the open not in coventry The shoemaker dinging
The woodcutter singing
Bringing home the logs
I want to hear america singing hear the sweetest song
I want to hear America singing singing loud and long
Except, there isn’t much to sing about as we move along not Many who wish to sing it blithe and strong
Not too many varied carols do i hear
Not too many joyful voices do draw me near
For, not too many feel it, in walt whitman’s way for not too many choose to belt along
On this labour day.
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