In the heart of labor’s song, we find
A vision of unity, woven tight
Through the whispers of the working kind,
A dream of justice in the endless night.

Chains of capital, harsh and cold,
Bind the hands that build and sow,
Yet in the stories history told,
Seeds of revolution begin to grow.

From each according to their means,
To each their rightful, needed share,
In this promise, hope gleams,
A world reborn, just and fair.

Rise, oh voices of the oppressed,
In solidarity, find strength anew,
For in the struggle, we are blessed,
With the power to dream and to renew.