I Hear Them All - Old Crow Medicine Show
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
Artist: Old Crow Medicine Show
Title: I Hear Them All