I Hear Them All

I hear the cryin' of the hungreyIn the deserts where they'er wonderingHear them crying out for Heaven's ownBenevolence upon themHear destructive power prevailinI hear fools falsely hailinTo the crooked wits of tyrantsWhen they callI hear them allI hear them allI hear them allI hear the sounds of tearing pagesAnd the roar of burning paperAll the crimes and acquisitionsTurned to air and ash and vaporAnd the rattle of the shackleFar beyond EmancipatorAnd the lowliestWho gather in their stallsI hear them allI hear them allI hear them allSo while you sit and whistle "Dixie"With your money and your powerI can hear the flowers growingIn the rubble of the towerI hear leader quit their lyinI hear babies quit their cryinI hear soldiers quit their dyinOne and allI hear them allI hear them allI hear them allI hear the tender words from ZionI hear Noah's water fallHear the gentle lamb of JudasSleeping at the feet of BuddhaAnd the prophets from ElijahTo the old Paiute WovokaTake their places at the tableWhen they're calledI hear them allI hear them allI hear them all