Judy Collins - 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 go 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 go marching, marching,

Unnumbered women dead

Go crying through our singing

Their ancient call 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 go marching, marching,

We bring our 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!

(Bread and roses! Bread and roses!)

Our lives shall not be sweated

From birth until life closes;

Hearts starve as well as bodies;

Bread and roses! Bread and roses!

• Artist:Feminist Songs
• Album:ad and Roses (1976)