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