Under All The Land

(álbum: Poor Moon - 2011)

Let 'em in, let 'em in if it's the angel band
Oh, fifty trumpets strong, what then?
It's hard to tell which are kings and which just men
So let 'em in, let 'em in, let 'em all in

What is fair, what is fair, oh, I'm a freeborn man
I've got shackles none upon my hands
All my life I asked for light and all I get is dim
What is fair, what is fair, what is fair?

Let it ring, let it ring, oh, that big dumb bell of freedom
Like it rang across Egypt, yeah
To call on the Israelites, back to Canaan land
Let it ring, let it ring, let it ring

Half the world going
Half the world staying
Half the world knowing
Oh, but never, ever saying
All of us pulling
With our backs 'til they're breaking
And then it's payday, oh it's payday again

What is love, what is love? Put your hands on me
I think love, I think love is in the living
Rook, crow, a little sparrow, and under all the land
Oh, what is love, what is love? I am

Let 'em in, let 'em in if it's the angel band
Fifty trumpets strong
It's hard to tell which are kings and which just men
So let 'em in, let 'em in, let 'em all in