The Weavers — The Banks of Marble

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