I Hear Them All

To the crooked wits of tyrants
I hear them all
Turned to air and ash, and vapor
And the roar of burnin' paper
And the rattle of the shackle
And the Prophets from Elijah
To the old Paiute Wovoka
Who gather in their stalls

Far beyond emancipator

Hear destructive power prevailin'
I can hear the flowers growin'
I hear them all
Benevolence upon them
I hear the sounds of tearing pages
In the rubble of the towers
So while you sit and whistle, 'Dixie'

I hear them all
I hear them all
When they're called

I hear them all
I hear them all

Take their places at the table
I hear them all

And the lowliest

With your money and your power

I hear them all
I hear the tender words from Zion
I hear them all
I hear them all
I hear them all
I hear them all
Sleeping at the feet of Buddha
I hear fools falsely hailin'
When they call
I hear them all
I hear leaders quit their lyin'
I hear them all
I hear them all
All the crimes and acquisitions
I hear them all
One and all
Hear the gentle Lamb of Judas
I hear them all
Hear them crying out for Heaven's own
I hear soldiers quit their dyin'

I hear babies quit their cryin'
I hear Noah's water fall