Kind friends gather There's a dream I had this last night There's of land, soil and sea We won't have to struggle and
It's a poor heaven, well how about when We won't have to fear, no With real feather to rest those heads all have one of our own
It's a poor man's to be free A poor heaven to believe a poor mans vision up above A poor heaven to be loved
Yeah, on now
roll up their banks, shoot their crates We give it up 'till we heard With the rich son, we'll have that fun For sticking their and dirt
We'll live on champagne, ride train We'll it from the day until midnight If someone should dare to ask out punch and put out his lights
It's a poor man's heaven to be A poor man's to believe It's a poor vision up above A poor man's to be loved
Yeah, on now
We'll live at our ease, take all we We won't no-one to fend for If gets smart, we'll take him apart And spread him all over the
It's a poor man's heaven, well how 'bout We have nothing to fear, no real feather beds to rest those heads We'll all one of our own
It's a man's heaven to be free A poor man's heaven to It's a poor mans vision up A poor man's to be loved
Yeah, on now Yeah, it's a poor man's on now, hey
Yeah, on now, come on It's a poor mans Yeah, yeah, a poor heaven
Yeah, come on now, on It's a mans heaven Yeah, yeah, a poor man's
Yeah, on now, come on It's a mans heaven Yeah, yeah, a man's heaven