Church steeples, songs of a bird Soft crying nobody heard Lives are passed around, Eyes lookes at the ground Wind can whistle cold, And rich men don't grow old
CHORUS
The seed is sown, no harvest to collect Just second-class of factory reject And four of you, the power and the glory
Hearts breaking, don't make a sound Landlord buys ten acres of ground Castles in the air, climb them if you dare Look, don't try to see me, to be is not to be
Repeat chorus
For some it's cold, for some it's warm For some it's sunny While men still look in the street outside For milk and honey