The Soapmakers

Behind the Cliffside Inn I heard a fiddle and a mandolin Keeping rhythm on an old washboard And stomping on the floor Saw people of all sorts Dancing 'round in twos and fours Caroling about days of old And what the future holds In the middle was a big cauldron That they were stirring, stirring And there were trees around That they kept burning, burning I asked a toothless man Who all these people were He said, The Soapmakers And we are working, working As they stirred Heaven, Earth They combined to one And everything was everyone And each one was all As they stirred, I heard a trumpet call And everything was everyone And each one was all As they stirred Heaven, Earth They combined to one And everything was everyone And each one was all As they stirred, I heard a trumpet call And everything was everyone And each one was all