I Hear Them All

I hear the cryin' of the hungrey

in the deserts where they'er wondering

Hear them crying out for Heaven's own

benevolence upon them



Hear destructive power prevailin'

I hear fools falsely hailin'

To the crooked wits of tyrants

When they call



I hear them all

I hear them all

I hear them all



I hear the sounds of tearing pages

And the roar of burning paper

All the crimes and acquisitions

Turned to air and ash and vapor



And the rattle of the shackle

Far beyond Emancipator

And the lowliest

Who gather in their stalls



I hear them all

I hear them all

I hear them all



So while you sit and whistle "Dixie"

With your money and your power

I can hear the flowers growing

in the rubble of the tower



I hear leader quit their lyin'

I hear babies quit their cryin'

I hear soldiers quit their dyin'

one and all



I hear them all

I hear them all

I hear them all



I hear the tender words from Zion

I hear Noah's water fall

Hear the gentle lamb of Judas

Sleeping at the feet of Buddha



And the prophets from Elijah

To the old Paiute Wovoka

Take their places at the table

When they're called



I hear them all

I hear them all

I hear them all



I hear them all

I hear them all

I hear them all



I hear them all

I hear them all

I hear them all