[Verse 1]
This month of the year,
On the first of May,
Known around the world,
As International Workers Day.

[Verse 2]
You’ll still see people marching in,
Every corner of the earth,
Saint John de Santiago,
Carola the first.

[Chorus 1]
All keeping alive the fantasy,
What could happen down the line,

When the workers of the world combine.

[Verse 3]
You can see us gathering,
Early in the morning,
Some are celebrating,
The shackles we have shunned.

[Verse 4]
While so many villains,
Had us waiting for,
Hopin’ that we might stop,
Losing the class war.

[Chorus 2]
When someday we can all say:
“Yeah, we’re doing fine”,

When the workers of the world combine.

[Verse 5]
When that time arrives,
Maybe it looks like me,
Like a festival that comes home, 
And doesn’t go away.

[Verse 6]
Every race and gender,
Every walking station,
With the working class united,
Every land and nation.

[Chorus 3]
Then just watch what happens,
When they follow the same sign,

When the workers of the world combine.

[Outro]
This month of the year,
On the first of May,
Known around the world,
As International Workers Day.