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woody guthrie - heaven lyrics

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it’s after my work tired and weary, i lay down to rest my eyes,
i see this world change in a whirlwind and heaven flies down from the skies;
i see rising up from my wreckage, cities and mansions so bright
i see my friends eyes and their faces lit up with a bright shining light.

i walk through the sunshiny factory where dresses and shirts are both clean;
a brother and sister are singing at work as they watch all the wheels;
no smudge clouds of smoke hid my valley, my sight it is clear for miles;
the mountains are all dancing happy, the trees are waving me smiles.

there are no sickly faces about me, the children are healthy and gay;
not one homeless soul is around me, not lost, nor cripple, nor lame;
the street laid in finest of plastics, the atom is laboring as well;
no airships are crashing here by me, no dead ones in burning hotels.

no fast cars collide nor turn over, no death curve along my new road;
no cheaters, no gamblers, no robbers, no graveyard, no prisons, no jails;
no gasbombs, no br-ss knucks, no billies, no battles â€˜tween worker and boss;
no patrolman, no officer, policeman, to ride into crowds on his horse.

the last labor battles are ended, they’re shown on the screen and the page;
the workhand is happy at building his world like the play on his stage;
profiteers are gone and forgotten, except in my history and book,
my friends all have jobs here in heaven and sing as i stand here and look.

i am sawing the finest made fiddle, i am touching the richest skin drum;
i am blowing the sweetest of woodwinds and blowing the deepest of h-rns;
i dance to my music i’m making, and the world joins in with my dance;
science and hope cures the fevers, not one grain is blowing by chance.

every hand works in hand with the other, and not for power nor greed;
every hand works to it’s fullest ability and is paid in it’s deepest of need;
no cancer, no tuberculosis, no paralysis nor asylums are here
no bowery, nor skid row of homeless, no eye that is blinded by tears.

if you can only see with me this vision of heaven i dreamed,
then you can take new faith in working with comrades and friends
and when i woke up from my sleeping and looked down my raggedy street,
i go back to work with my vision and i drink down the bitter and sweet.

i know as you hear such a dream, friend, you will not p-ss it along;
i do not expect you to sing it as i do, nor to sing such a curious song;
i wrote down this song for my own self, and sing it now to my own soul,
but if you’ll sing songs of your dreamings, then you will reap treasures untold.

- woody guthrie lyrics

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