Dave Rawlings Machine Follow

I hear the crying of the hungry in the deserts where they're wanderin'
Hear them crying out for heaven's own but never glance upon them
Get a destructive powerful railing, I hear fools falsely hailing
To the crooked wits of tyrants when they call
I hear them all, I hear them all, I hear them all

I hear the sound of turning pages and the roar of burning paper
All the crimes and acquisition turn to air and ash and vapor
In the rattle of the shackle, far beyond emancipators
And the lowliest together in their stall
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 growing in the rubble of the tower
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

I hear the tender words from Zion, I hear Noah's waterfall
See the gentle lamb of Judas nipping at the feet of Buddha
And the prophets from Elijah to the old ?? architect
Take their places at the table when you call
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