The Weavers - The Banks of Marble lyrics

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.