In a little land there was nothing in demand
And money used to grow on trees
But money and its size evaporized before their eyes
Now everybody cries in unity
There's no money on our trees
No market for our cheese No freedom in our solitaries
But there's no need to fear That the slowing of our wheels
Can take away the happiness we've got
The happiness we've got
Got
Got
Yesterday I saw a Mr. and Mrs. Lock the
door And leave the town in their resting car
Though the shops were closed All the window panes were closed
They saw the things they couldn't afford to buy
There's no money on our trees No market for our cheese
No freedom in our solitaries But there's no need to fear
That the slowing of our wheels Can take away the happiness we've got
The happiness we've got
Got Got
There's no money on our trees No market for our cheese
There's no money on our tree No market for our cheese
No freedom in our solitaries
No
freedom in our solitaries