Banks Are Made of Marble - Pete Seeger

I’ve traveled round this country

From shore to shining shore.

It really made me wonder

The things I heard and saw.

I saw the weary farmer,

Plowing sod and loam;

I heard the auction hammer

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 saw the seaman standing

Idly by the shore.

I heard the bosses saying,

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 seaman sweated for.

I saw the weary miner,

Scrubbing coal dust from his back,

I 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 prayed 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