I hear them all- Written by David Rawlings & Ketch Secor

I hear the crying of the hungry
In the deserts where they're wandering
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 burnin' 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 growin'
In the rubble of the towers

I hear leaders 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

Interlude:

As I went walking that ribbon of highway
And I saw above me that endless skyway
I saw below me that golden valley
This land was made for you and me

This land is your land, and this land is my land
From California to the New York Island
From the Redwood Forest to the Gulf Stream Waters
This land was made for you and me

On the steps of the courthouse, In the shadow of the steeple
By the relief office I seen my people;
As they stood there hungry, I stood there asking
Is this land made for you and me?

This land is your land, and this land is my land
From California to the New York Island
From the Redwood Forest to the Gulf Stream Waters
This land was made for you and me

I hear them all
I hear them all
I hear them all