As the lark sang o'er the meadow green

And as I lay in the clover deep

While the humming bees toiled for their queen

The warm sun cajoled me near to sleep

No facts to disturb the thoughts serene

Nor views to make this eight years old weep

As the lark sang o'er the meadow green.

As the lark sang o'er the meadow green

And I ran and jumped in the sun

In Leipzig prison so dark and mean

Lay men and women, their lives undone

All prepared to face the guillotine

Or die in front of a nazi gun

As the lark sang o'er the meadow green.

As the lark sang o'er the meadow green

I listened to the sweet, lonely song

And knew nothing about the bloody scene

That did ensue in Spain for so long

Where Ivanov, Jones, Smidt and McClean

Toiled and suffered to correct a wrong

As the lark sang o'er the meadow green.

As the lark sang o'er the meadow green

And as I wandered the country lanes

Thousands of workmen to me unseen

Marched with banners in the mass campaigns

Against the hunger and want obscene

And I unconscious of grief and pains

As the lark sang o'er the meadow green.

Since the lark sang o'er the meadow green

The boy has grown to a conscious man

Though great the victories we have seen

And giant the strides in that brief span

Struggles goes on that none can demean

Inspired by those in the noble van

As the lark sang o'er the meadow green.