I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night,Alive as you or meSays I, "But Joe, you’re ten years dead,""I never died," says he"I never died," says he"In Salt Lake, Joe," says I to him,Him standing by my bed,"They framed you on a murder charge,"Says Joe, "But I ain’t dead,"Says Joe, "But I ain’t dead.""The copper bosses killed you, Joe,They shot you, Joe," says I."Takes more than guns to kill a man,"Says Joe, "I didn’t die,"Says Joe, "I didn’t die."And standing there as big as lifeAnd smiling with his eyesJoe says, "What they forgot to killWent on to organize,Went on to organize.""Joe Hill ain’t dead," he says to me,"Joe Hill ain’t never died.Where working men are out on strikeJoe Hill is at their side,Joe Hill is at their side.""From San Diego up to Maine,In every mine and mill,Where workers strike and organize,"Says he, "You’ll find Joe Hill,"Says he, "You’ll find Joe Hill."I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night,Alive as you or meSays I, "But Joe, you’re ten years dead,""I never died," says he"I never died," says he
Joe Hill
Hayes, Alfred
Text by Alfred Hayes (1925). Music by Earl Robinson (1936).
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joe_Hill_(song)
Paru aussi dans Bulletin du CIRA, nº 52 (mars 1996) ; Un Siècle de chansons = A Century of songs = Un Siglo de canciones. — Lausanne : CIRA (Centre international de recherches sur l’anarchisme), 1996 (p. 26).