As breezes chased along the winter lane.
I had a dream as dreams alone I dreamt
Has every man his chain,
Has every man his chain ?

A negro hid beneath a face of blood
And is there really anyone to blame ?
I marveled at the beauty of children's minds.
Has every man his chain,
Has every man his chain ?

I saw a beach of sand beside the sea
And there before me I saw every grain
And I wondered, well, it was best this way
Every man has his chain,
Every man has his chain