The Night that Goldman Spoke at Union Square

I have just returned from Lawrence Massachusetts Where eight weeks ago the workers there went on strike They are starving, their children are dying But they are holding firm and we must support them! It was winter in New York as the snow began to fall And the workman's hall had not a seat to spare When a young man ducked inside just to warm himself was all The night that Goldman spoke at Union Square What is happening in Lawrence is happening everywhere Let us at last make this the land of opportunity For all people, not just the owners The land of opportunity for Tateh and his little girl We cannot rest She was speaking loud and fast through a haze of noise and heat, and the smell of sweat and anger in the air, The police were standing by but the crowd was on its feet The night that Goldman spoke at Union Square You! He thought he heard her say What brings you here today Poor young rich boy Masterbates for a vaudeville tart What a waste of a fiery heart dear He thought she said Or young bousoisie The are things you've never thought Come to Emma and you'll be taught here His head was spinning People feathered and tarred my friend Unions broken and why for Children labouring Women still enslaved Leave your little backyard my friend The are causes to die for Strike In the gutters Of the city I have tried to find some meaning Strike In the arms of Fallen women In the thought of suicide Strike Like a firework Unexploded Wanting life but never knowing how My brother life has meaning, I'll show you how Till now My brother you are with us now He was calling out her name, Shouting what he did not know And he found he was standing on chair With a heart as clean and new as the freshly fallen snow The night that Goldman spoke at Union Square