As the lark sang o’er the meadow green
And as I lay in the clover deep
While the humming bees toiled for their queen
The warm sun cajoled me near to sleep
No facts to disturb the thoughts serene
Nor views to make this eight years old weep
As the lark sang o’er the meadow green.
As the lark sang o’er the meadow green
And I ran and jumped in the sun
In Leipzig prison so dark and mean
Lay men and women, their lives undone
All prepared to face the guillotine
Or die in front of a nazi gun
As the lark sang o’er the meadow green.
As the lark sang o’er the meadow green
I listened to the sweet, lonely song
And knew nothing about the bloody scene
That did ensue in Spain for so long
Where Ivanov, Jones, Smidt and McClean
Toiled and suffered to correct a wrong
As the lark sang o’er the meadow green.
As the lark sang o’er the meadow green
And as I wandered the country lanes
Thousands of workmen to me unseen
Marched with banners in the mass campaigns
Against the hunger and want obscene
And I unconscious of grief and pains
As the lark sang o’er the meadow green.
Since the lark sang o’er the meadow green
The boy has grown to a conscious man
Though great the victories we have seen
And giant the strides in that brief span
Struggles goes on that none can demean
Inspired by those in the noble van
As the lark sang o’er the meadow green.
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