These hands will never rest These hands will never rest We cling as one Beneath the lowest rung Bound and blessed To overcome
The weary will protest The weary will protest Until the calm Of death becomes a lock And we obtain My heart's refrain
All we'll ever be All we'll ever be
They'll beat us with their guns They'll meet us with their guns Convinced they've won They'll be the first to hum The song we learned From tired tongues
The sun will never set The sun will never set For us to rest We'll be the last to go Into the throng When darkness grows