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