Intro
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I hear the crying of the hungry in the deserts where they're wandering
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Yeah, they're crying out for heaven's own benevolence upon them
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I hear destructive power prevailing, I hear fools falsely hailing
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To the crooked wits of tyrants when they call
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I hear them all
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I hear the sounds of tearing pages and the roar of burning paper
All the crimes and acquisition turn to air and ash and vapor
And the rattle of the shackles far behind emancipators
And lowliest who gather in their stalls
I hear them all
I hear them all
I hear them all

Harmonica Solo

So while you sit and whistle dixie with your money and your power
I can hear the flowers a growing in the rubble of the towers
I hear leaders quit their lying, I hear babies quit their crying
I hear soldiers quit their dying one and all
I hear them all
I hear them all
I hear them all

Harmonica Solo

I hear the tender words from Zion
I hear Noah's waterfall
hear the gentle lamb of Judah sleeping at the feet of Buddha
And the prophets from Elijah to the old Paiute Wovokoa
Take their places at the table when they're called
I hear them all
I hear them all
I hear them all
I hear them all
I hear them all
I hear them all
I hear them all
I hear them all
I hear them all...


[Thanks to Brendan McKinney for corrections]