All his children (for the film Sometimes a Great Notion)

When you're standing alone With the mountains and the sea Where the arms of the world open wide Where the truth is as plain as the falling rain And as sure as the time and the tide You know we're all His children His next of kin, that's the way it began No matter where you're going or where you've been You're part of the family of men When you walk down the road And the sun is on your side With the sweet river breeze for your face Where you don't hear a sound as you look around Everything sort of falls into place You know we're all His children His next of kin, that's the way it began No matter where you're going or where you've been You're part of the family of men You know we're all His children His next of kin, that's the way it began No matter where you're going or where you've been You're part of the family of men