Our worker

Our labourer who art beneath the dark sky
Thine is the toil, the peril and despair
You who can tame the forces of the river
You who can shape tomorrow with your hands
Our labourer who art among your brothers
Thine is the day, the power and the soil
Glory be sown, and harrowed be the acres
Reach out your hand to see a new day grow

Lead us not to misery, deliver us from domination
Kingdom of fairness and justice for all, kingdom come
Blow like the wind through the blossoming quebradas
Scour like the fire from the mouth of my gun

Finally, your will be done in factories and farmyards
Give us this day the strength and the courage to fight
And blow like the wind through the blossoming quebradas
Scour like the fire from the mouth of my gun

Our labourer of quarries, quays and chimneys
Reach out your hand and see a new day grow
We’ll go together, this is the blood that binds us
For ever and ever till death do us apart

Amen!