Lyrics:

(Fallon, Gaster, Maines, Sult)
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 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, and
he said, 'The soapmakers, and we are working, working.'
As they stirred Heaven and 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 and 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.
Clutch The Soapmakers