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