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