Artists Are The Gatekeepers Of Truth.

When I Sang My American Folk Melodies In Budapest, Prague, Tiflis, Moscow, Oslo, Or The Hebrides Or On The Spanish Front, The People Understood And Wept Or Rejoiced With The Spirit Of The Songs. I Found That Where Forces Have Been The Same, Whether People Weave, Build, Pick Cotton, Or Dig In The Mine, They Understand Each Other In The Common Language Of Work, Suffering, And Protest.

The Faces And The Tactics Of The Leaders May Change Every Four Years, Or Two, Or One, But The People Go On Forever.

And At Home In The United States We Found Continued And Increased Persecution, First Of Leaders Of The Communist Party, And Then Of All Honest Anti-fascists.

You Know I Am An Actor, And I Have Medals For Diction.

I Shall Take My Voice Wherever There Are Those Who Want To Hear The Melody Of Freedom