Kind friends, well gather round There's a dream that I had late last night There's plenty of land, good soil and sea We won't have to struggle and fight It's a poor man's heaven we'll have our way We won't have nothing to fear, no With real feather beds to rest their heads We'll all have one of our own
It's a poor man's heaven to be free A poor man's heaven to believe It's a poor man's vision up above A poor man's heaven to be loved
We'll run up their banks, we'll shoot their cranks We won't give a damn who we hurt With the rich man's son we'll have our fun We'll stick him there shovelling dirt We'll live on champagne and drive that train Drink from the day until midnight If someone should dare to ask our fare We'll punch him and put out his lights
It's a poor man's heaven to be free A poor man's heaven to believe It's a poor man's vision up above A poor man's heaven to be loved
We'll live at our ease, take all we please We won't have no-one to fend for If someone gets smart we'll take him apart And spread him all over the floor It's a poor man's heaven we'll have our way We won't have nothing to fear, no With real feather beds to rest our heads We'll all have one of our own
It's a poor man's heaven to be free A poor man's heaven to believe It's a poor man's vision up above A poor man's heaven to be loved
It's a poor man's heaven It's a poor man's heaven It's a poor man's heaven
Compositor: Seth Bernard Lakeman ECAD: Obra #4588468