Joe Hill

I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night, Alive as you or me Says 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 life And smiling with his eyes Joe says, « What they forgot to kill Went 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 strike Joe 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 me Says I, « But Joe, you’re ten years dead, » « I never died, » says he « I never died, » says he