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 chorus 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