Come, Children of Tomorrow, come!
New glory dawns upon the world.
The ancient banners must be furled.
The earth becomes our common home —
The earth becomes our common home.
From plain and field and town there sound
The stirring rumors of the day.
Old wrongs and burdens must make way
For men to tread the common ground.

Look up! The children win to their immortal place.
March on, march on — within the ranks of all the human race.
Come, love of people, for the part
Invest our willing arms with might!
Mother of Liberty, shed light
As on the land, so in the heart —
As on the land, so in the heart.
Divided we have long withstood
The love that is our common speech.
The comrade cry of each to each
Is calling us to humanhood.