Mission U.K. - Grapes Of Wrath Lyrics
The sweat upon his brow and the dirt worked into his handsThe dignity of labour upon a mans own landThe soil of his fathers passes on down through blood to handA mans right of birth to reap the harvest from his landThe breaking of his back to keep his dream aliveTo work the change of season his instinct to surviveThe planting of his seed and to see his harvest growGives a pride to a man to reap the harvest that he sowsThe land of the free, home of the braveThe heartland of pioneers, the heritage of flesh and bloodAnd along come the winds that blow through the landWith a price to pay for the working manMoney talks and changes handsAnd money reaps the harvest money demandsThe grapes of wrathThey can take away his freedom they can beat him into the dustThey can burn his home, run him from his land, and leave him out to gather rustBut they cant take away his faith and his honesty and prideAnd the knowledge that he holds insideOne day theyll reap the harvestThe grapes of wrathTheres hope in a man that nothing can destroyA man will endure anything for the dream that he holds dearAnd theres pride in a man who knows the truthHis faith in the earth he toils forHis honesty for the air he breathesThe truth of the harvest they will reapThe grapes of wrath
