Klezmatics - 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 hide my valley, my sky 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, nor 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 brass knucks, no billies, no battles

'Tween worker and boss;

No patrolmen, 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 horns;

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 tubercolosis, 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

Pass 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.