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