Kind friends round There's a dream that I had last night plenty of land, soil and sea We have to struggle and fight
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 heaven to be free A man's heaven to believe It's a mans vision up above A man's heaven to be loved
Yeah, on now
roll up their banks, shoot their crates We give it up 'till we heard With the rich man's son, we'll have fun For sticking their shovel and
We'll live on champagne, ride that We'll drink it the day until midnight If someone should dare to ask out We'll and put out his lights
a poor man's heaven to be free A poor heaven to believe It's a poor mans up above A poor heaven to be loved
Yeah, on now
We'll live at our ease, all we please We won't have to fend for If someone gets smart, 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 poor man's to be free A poor man's to believe It's a poor mans vision up A poor man's to be loved
Yeah, on now Yeah, it's a poor heaven on now, hey
Yeah, come on now, on a poor mans heaven Yeah, yeah, a man's heaven
Yeah, on now, come on It's a mans heaven Yeah, yeah, a poor heaven
Yeah, on now, come on It's a poor mans Yeah, yeah, a man's heaven