ALL THE WEARY MOTHERS OF THE EARTH 
(Words and Music by Joan Baez) 


All the weary mothers of the earth will finally rest 
We will 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 plow 
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