Banks of Marble

I've travelled around this country

From shore to shining shore

It really made me wonder

The things I heard and saw

I saw the weary farmer

A-plowing sod and loam

I heard the auction hammer

Just a-knocking 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've seen the seamen standing

Idly by the shore

And I heard their bosses sayin'

"Got no work for 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 seamen sweated for

I've seen the weary miner

Scrubbing coal dust from his back

And I've heard his children cryin'

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've seen my brothers working

Throughout this mighty land

I've prayed we'd get together

And together make a stand

Then we might own those banks of marble

With a guard at every door

And we would share those vaults of silver

That we have sweated for