I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night. Alive as you and me. Says I, 'But Joe, you're ten years dead'. 'I never died', says he. 'I never died', says he..
Joe Hill come over from Sweden shores. Looking for some work to do. And the Statue of Liberty waved him by. As Joe come a sailing through, Joe Hill. As Joe come a sailing through.
It was on an Indiana farm, in the middle of the country. Growin' in the fields of grain, Jim Dean of Indiana. His mother died when he was a boy, his father was a stranger.