Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Glory and Fame, artist - David Rovics. Date of issue: 31.12.1997
Song language: English
Glory and Fame |
| I pulled the stones for the emperor |
| Stacked 'em up and made that wall |
| I thought a mountain lasts forever |
| But the rain must always fall |
| I worked the mines in Chile |
| For conquistador |
| Died there in the pitshaft |
| Joined my family with the ore |
| I tapped the trees for Leopold |
| And then he took my hands |
| The sap sailed to Brussels |
| And my blood stained the lands |
| I cut down the sugar cane |
| On the islands off the coast |
| Oh but the sweet taste of freedom |
| Is the stuff I love the most |
| Tell me who am I |
| Do you know my name |
| Will I lie forgotten |
| Or arise in glory and fame |
| I fought with Poncho Villa |
| Stood with him side by side |
| When the Bluecoats took the land |
| I thought how long is freedom’s ride |
| I was there at Haymarket |
| With the martyrs eight |
| For striking in Chicago |
| Death would have to be my fate |
| I cut the timber in Centralia |
| Nearly broke my back |
| Tried to organize a union |
| And they tied me to the tracks |
| I fought in Barcelona |
| Kept the fascists there at bay |
| Then when Hitler’s tanks came rolling in |
| I knew we couldn’t stay |
| Tell me who am I |
| Do you know my name |
| Will I lie forgotten |
| Or arise in glory and fame |
| I mined the ore in Arizona |
| Last of the Navajo |
| Got the radium a-glowin' |
| Then it was time for me to go |
| I marched in South Africa |
| Found myself in Sharpeville |
| Once the police came and went |
| I was lying oh so still |
| I campaigned for Allende |
| For a nation without fear |
| Didn’t look behind me |
| For the day I’d disappear |
| I spoke at Tienanmen |
| To revive the revolution |
| Didn’t think for Deng Xiaoping |
| Rolling tanks were his solution |
| Tell me who am I |
| Do you know my name |
| Will I lie forgotten |
| Or arise in glory and fame |
| I grew the mangoes in Somalia |
| For the people in the west |
| And when the price for fruit went down |
| I went down starving with the rest |
| I worked the plant in Bangkok |
| Breathed the dusty air |
| When the cotton started burning |
| I knew my life would not be spared |
| The cops beat me in Los Angeles |
| But I would not be scared |
| When they sent the Army in |
| I thought next time we’ll be prepared |
| Yes, I’ve been yearning for a new day |
| All the worldwide |
| Someday my time will come |
| And you will have to step aside |
| Tell me who am I |
| Do you know my name |
| Will I lie forgotten |
| Or arise in glory and fame |