The Weavers — Banks of Marble lyrics

Lyrics

I’ve travelled around this country
From shore to shining shore
And it really makes me wonder
What the world is coming to I see the weary farmer
Just plowing up the loam
And I see the auction hammer
A’selling off his home
Cho:
But the banks are made of marble
With a guard at every door
And the vaults are made of silver
That the workers sweated for