Bread And Roses chords by Judy Collins

Guitar chords with lyrics

Verse 1:
A augmentedA                                               E MajorE
As we go marching marching in the beauty of the day,
A augmentedA                              B7B7                  E7E7
A augmentedA million darkened kitchens, a thousand mill lofts gray,
A augmentedA                        F# minorF#m              D MajorD         E7E7
Are touched with all the radiance that a sudden sun discloses,
        A augmentedA                                  D MajorD                E MajorE A augmentedA
For the people hear us singing: "Bread and roses! Bread and roses!"

Verse 2:
A augmentedA                                              E MajorE
As we go marching, marching, we battle too for men,
A augmentedA                                     B7B7          E7E7
For they are women's children, and we mother them again.
A augmentedA                      F# minorF#m          D MajorD                E7E7
Our lives shall not be sweated from birth until life closes;
       A augmentedA                                 D MajorD                 E MajorE A augmentedA
Hearts starve as well as bodies; give us bread but give us roses!


Verse 3:
A augmentedA                                             E MajorE
As we go marching, marching, unnumbered women dead
A augmentedA                                   B7B7              E7E7
Go crying through our singing their ancient cry for bread.
A augmentedA                      F# minorF#m          D MajorD                E7E7
Small art and love and beauty their drudging spirits knew.
     A augmentedA                                 D MajorD         E MajorE      A augmentedA
Yes, it is bread we fight for - but we fight for roses, too!


Verse 4:
A augmentedA                                                 E MajorE
As we go marching, marching, we bring the greater days.
A augmentedA                                 B7B7            E7E7
The rising of the women means the rising of the race.
A augmentedA                      F# minorF#m              D MajorD              E7E7
No more the drudge and idler - ten that toil where one reposes,
      A augmentedA                                     D MajorD                E MajorE A augmentedA

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