Baez Joan
Blessed Are...
The Salt Of The Earth
Let´s drink to the hard working people,
Let´s drink to the lowly of birth.
Raise your glass to the good and the evil,
Let´s drink to the salt of the earth.
Say a pray´r for the common foot soldier,
Spare a thought for his back breaking work.
Say a pray´r for his wife and his children
Who burn the fires and who still till the earth.
(CHORUS)
And when I search a faceless crowd,
A swirling mass of grey and black and white,
They don´t look real to me, in fakt,
They look so strange.
Raise your glass to the hard working people,
Let´s drink to the uncounted heads.
Let´s think of the wavering millions
Who need leaders but get gamblers instead.
Spare a thougth for the stay-at-home voter,
His emty eyes gaze at strange beauty shows,
And at parades of gray suited grafters;
A choice of cancer or polio!
Let´s drink to the hard working people,
Let´s think of the lowly of birth.
Spare a thought for the ragtaggy people,
Let´s drink to the salt of the earth.
Let´s drink to the hardworking people,
Let´s drink to the salt of the earth.
Let´s think of the two thousand million,
Let´s think of the humble of birth.
Mick Jagger and Keith Richard
Copyright 1968 by Abkco Music Inc.