To all those who labor, and struggle in life, may you find rest this Labor Day.
I always play this song on Labor Day. It’s a happy song of restoration. It’s a celebration of work and of life.
By The Call, whose prolific leader Michael Been recently passed away, these lyrics speak to all of us with resounding hope.
Here’s to the babies in a brand new world
Here’s to the beauty of the stars
Here’s to the travelers of the open road
Here’s to the Dreamers in the barsHere’s to the teachers in the crowded roomsHeres to the workers in the fields
Here’s to the preachers of the sacred words
Here’s to the driver at the wheelHere’s to you my little loves with blessing from above
Now let the Day begin.
Here’s to you my little love with blessing from above
Let the Day beginHere’s to the winners of the human race
Here’s to the losers in the game
Heres to the soldiers of the bitter war
Here’s to the wall that bears their nameHeres to you my little loves with blessings from aboveNow let the day begin.
Here’s to you my little loves with blessings from above.
Now let the day begin. the Day START.Here’s to the doctors and their healing works
Here’s to the loved ones in their care
Here’s to the strangers on the streets tonight
Here’s to the lonely everywhere
Here’s to the wisdom from the mouths of babes
Here’s to the lions in the cage
Here’s to the struggles of the silent poor
Here’s to the closing of the ageHere’s to you my little loves with blessings from above
Now let the day begin
Heres to you my little loves with blessings from above
Now let the day begin. The day START
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