Pennies in the hands of miners
Stocks and shares go underground
Anywhere you find shoe shiners
Liberty is lost and found
And the rainbows and the diamonds
Shining out in summer times
Can you see the Maypole flying
Colours of the flag in primes
Count me in or count me outwards
I am like the acrobat
Flying from all the high wires
Swinging high or falling flat
Don't make roller-skates for spiders
Don't make gates for garden climes
There the blue bird waits his fate
But love and hate the church bell chimes
Singing homage to Catalonia
Keep the Aspidistra flying
I am nearly home to ya
Even though my eyes are crying
In the house of the new spring
All the white things lie
Like worms on strings
And carpet baggers
Liars will their tongues soon tie
