I Wanna Free Miss Liberty

While the moon was softly shining
On my cot, as I lay pining,
Thinking of the day–long passed away;
Came a drowsy feeling o'er me
And Joe Hill stood there before me–
I seem'd to hear this joyous fighter say:

Chorus

I came to free Miss Liberty, from the bonds of slavery;
 From mock Democracy; from inequality;
I want to feel no Iron Heel shall disgrace our peaceful shore;
That all the world may do away with war–
I love to dream the old, old dream, that tomorrow I will find
Men of a kindred mind—who love their fellow kind.
I long to make this plea, say not that it cannot be,
I want to see the whole world free from the chains of slavery.

II

Let us then be up and doing-
Greater Times and things are brewing
Oh, Organize!—The One Big Union Way:
"Workers of the world, awaken."
"All the wealth you make is taken."
"Break your chains." I hear the spirit say:

III

Tighter are the class lines drawing–
Hunger at our vitals gnawing–
My reason sways and I long to pray.
Rises then again before us
Spectres of a Martyred chorus
I seem to hear these sterling fighters say: