All the Way Down the Line

I’m the dream maker, I make all of the dreams;
I paint all the pictures, I stage all the scenes.
I salted the earth with a handful of beans
And planted them out on the ledge.
I was singing…
What’s mine is mine, it’ll never be thine,
All the way down the line what’s mine is mine.
What’s mine is mine, it’ll never be thine —
Oh, all the way down the line…
I’m the cask maker, I make all of the casks;
I give of the wine when the choirboys ask
But the iron band stays — though I’m taken to task
For hammering down on the wedge
And for singing…
What’s mine is mine, it’ll never be thine,
All the way down the line what’s mine is mine.
What’s mine is mine, it’ll never be thine —
Oh, all the way down the line…
I’m the bell maker, I make all of the bells
To ring for the future and all it foretells.
From high in the steeples and over the fells,
The chimes clatter over the edge.
They’re singing…
What’s mine is mine, it’ll never be thine,
All the way down the line what’s mine is mine.
What’s mine is mine, it’ll never be thine —
Oh, all the way down the line…
I’m the kingmaker, I make every king
With all of the good and the evil they bring.
They all join the carol to and sing
Before solemnly taking the pledge,
Still singing…
What’s mine is mine, it’ll never be thine,
All the way down the line what’s mine is mine.
What’s mine is mine, it’ll never be thine —
Oh, all the way down the line