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Seth Lakeman Poor Man S Heaven

of our own It's a poor man's heaven to be free A poor man's heaven to believe It's a poor mans vision up above A poor man's heaven to be loved Yeah

Staring at the dark with hungry eyes, Moonlight flickered in the shadows cried, Gold ring flashed and the howling stopped, I called her name and the west

One fateful night, well I woke to hear that sound like a gunshot, with both windows shaking loud. Great lengthy cries that came racing through the sky

At fair Mount's Bay, on that Christmas week Was such a raging storm, no man could speak That lifeboat thundered through an angry sea Was called Solomon