The Mill Lyrics

I dreamed that I'd died, And gone to my reward;
A job in Heaven's textile mill, on a golden boulevard.

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The Mill was made out of marble, The machines were made out of gold. And nobody ever grew tired Lord, and nobody ever grew old.
The Mill was built on a garden, No dust nor dirt could be found.
The air was clean and it smelled so sweet, with the flowers & the trees all around.

It was quiest and peaceful in Heaven, there was no clatter nor boom.
We always had beautiful music, while we worked at the spindle and the loom.
"Chorus"
And the Mill was made out of marble, The machines were made out of gold. And nobody ever grew tired Lord, and nobody ever grew old.

There was no unemployement in Heaven, We worked steady all thru the year.
We always had food for the children, and we never worked in fear.

"Chorus"
And the Mill was made out of marble, The machines were made out of gold. And nobody ever grew tired Lord, and nobody ever grew old.

I woke from my dream about Heaven, And wondered if there would be,
A Mill like that one here on Earth for people like you and Me.
"Chorus"
And the Mill was made out of marble, The machines were made out of gold. And nobody ever grew tired Lord, and nobody ever grew old.