The Banks Are Made Of Marble!

I’ve travelled round this country From shore to shining shore. It really made me wonder The things I heard and saw.

I saw the weary farmer, Ploughing 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.

Words and Music by Les Rice