- The Weavers the Banks of marble 歌詞
- The Weavers
- I've traveled around this country
From shore to shining shore;
It really made me wonder,
The things I heard and saw.
I saw the weary farmer
Plowing his sod and loam;
I heard the auction hammer
Just a-knockin' down his home.
But the banks are made of marble,
With a guard at every door,
And the vaults are stuffed with silver
That the farmer sweated for.
I saw the weary miner
Scrubbin' coal dust from his back;
And I heard his children crying,
'We've got no coal to heat the shack.'
But the banks are made of marble,
With a guard at every door,
And the vaults are stuffed with silver
That the miner sweated for.
I saw the seaman standing
Idly by the shore;
And I heard the owner sayin',
'Got no work fer you no more.'
But the banks are made of marble,
With a guard at every door,
And the vaults are stuffed with silver
That the seaman sweated for.
I see my brothers working
Throughout this mighty land.
And I pray we 'd get together,
And together make a stand.
Then we'd own those banks of marble,
With a guard at every door.
And we'd share those vaults of silver
That we have sweated for.
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