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