What Reason Have They To Dance

verse 1 Today in a village of famine, A feast was had by all So stop all the presses and listen for the riots and brawls But no rifles were aimed at comrades, Only at our fascist lords There were ghosts of Winstanley’s farmers When they were wielding Ploughs not swords What reason have they to dance And to sing? Their pockets are all empty, They've no stewards, queens or kings No bosses, laws or order Marching armies must we bring To give them all a reason Now to dance And to sing! verse 2 Hush scholar of history, Do not write a word We'll make repetition out of precedents, See that this dream goes deferred Tell of insatiable greed within us And how the rebellion didn't work So in a hundred years it's forgotten Shift the tale and shift the worth What reason have they to dance and to sing? Their pockets are all empty, They've no stewards, queens or kings No bosses, laws or order Marching armies must we bring To give them all a reason Now to dance and to sing! Instrumental verse 3 Where the women took up arms To kill the fascists to protect life Where the food was freed at last For all the people's fork and knife 'Tis the reason they have to dance and to sing Their pockets are all empty, They've no stewards, queens or kings No bosses, laws or order, Everyone has everything Each day gives them a reason now To dance and to sing!