Текст песни The Night that Goldman Spoke at Union Square - Lea Michele , Judy Kaye , Peter Friedman , David Loud , Ragtime Ensemble

I have just returned from Lawrence Massachusetts
Where eight weeks ago the workers there went on strike
They are starving, their children are dying
But they are holding firm and we must support them!
It was winter in New York as the snow began to fall
And the workman's hall had not a seat to spare
When a young man ducked inside just to warm himself was all
The night that Goldman spoke at Union Square
What is happening in Lawrence is happening everywhere
Let us at last make this the land of opportunity
For all people, not just the owners
The land of opportunity for Tateh and his little girl
We cannot rest
She was speaking loud and fast through a haze of noise and heat, and the smell of sweat and anger in the air,
The police were standing by but the crowd was on its feet
The night that Goldman spoke at Union Square
You! He thought he heard her say
What brings you here today
Poor young rich boy
Masterbates for a vaudeville tart
What a waste of a fiery heart dear
He thought she said
Or young bousoisie
The are things you've never thought
Come to Emma and you'll be taught here
His head was spinning
People feathered and tarred my friend
Unions broken and why for
Children labouring
Women still enslaved
Leave your little backyard my friend
The are causes to die for
Strike
In the gutters
Of the city
I have tried to find some meaning
Strike
In the arms of
Fallen women
In the thought of suicide
Strike
Like a firework
Unexploded
Wanting life but never knowing how
My brother life has meaning, I'll show you how
Till now
My brother you are with us now
He was calling out her name,
Shouting what he did not know
And he found he was standing on chair
With a heart as clean and new as the freshly fallen snow
The night that Goldman spoke at Union Square