Grapes Of Wrath Lyrics - Carved In Sand - Mission Uk

The sweat upon his brow and the dirt worked into his hands 

The dignity of labour upon a man's own land 

The soil of his fathers passes on down through blood to hand 

A man's right of birth to reap the harvest from his land 

The breaking of his back to keep his dream alive 

To work the change of season his instinct to survive 

The planting of his seed and to see his harvest grow 

Gives a pride to a man to reap the harvest that he sows 

The land of the free, home of the brave 

The heartland of pioneers, the heritage of flesh and blood 

And along come the winds that blow through the land 

With a price to pay for the working man 

Money talks and changes hands 

And money reaps the harvest money demands 

The grapes of wrath 

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They can take away his freedom they can beat him into the dust 

They can burn his home, run him from his land, and leave him out to gather rust 

But they can't take away his faith and his honesty and pride 

And the knowledge that he holds inside 

One day they'll reap the harvest 

The grapes of wrath 

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There's hope in a man that nothing can destroy 

A man will endure anything for the dream that he holds dear 

And there's pride in a man who knows the truth 

His faith in the earth he toils for 

His honesty for the air he breathes 

The truth of the harvest they will reap 

The grapes of wrath