My People

Who’s out of bed at the crack of dawn
Doing work that needs to be done ?
Who’s working hard with their hands and their head
And can still find time to have fun ?

Chorus:
My people, working people,
Children, women and men,
My people, hard-working people,
The world would be lost without them

Who lays the bricks in the hospital walls ?
Who builds the schools and the roads ?
Who makes the planes, drives the midnight trains
And carries more than their share of the load ?

Who raises kids and who cooks the meals ?
Who cares for the sick and the old ?
Who works night and day for not enough pay
But is worth more than silver or gold ?

Who writes the stories, who paints the scenes
And who finds the words that will rhyme ?
Who makes the music and who sings the songs
And who’ll bring us together in time ?

Who shapes the land and who plants the seeds ?
Who cares for all that is grown ?
And who’s looking forward to the party when
They’ll reap what they have sown ?