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