The Our Worker - Moddi

Our labourer who art beneath the dark sky

Thine is the toil, the peril and despair

You who can tame the forces of the river

You who can shape tomorrow with your hands

Our labourer who art among your brothers

Thine is the day, the power and the soil

Glory be sown, and harrowed be the acres

Reach out your hand to see a new day grow

Lead us not to misery, deliver us from domination

Kingdom of fairness and justice for all, kingdom come

Blow like the wind through the blossoming quebradas

Scour like the fire from the mouth of my gun

Finally, your will be done in factories and farmyards

Give us this day the strength and the courage to fight

And blow like the wind through the blossoming quebradas

Scour like the fire from the mouth of my gun

Our labourer of quarries, quays and chimneys

Reach out your hand and see a new day grow

We’ll go together, this is the blood that binds us

For ever and ever till death do us apart

Amen!

Amen!