The Banks Of Marble Lyrics & Chords By 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.