Lyrics

VERSE 1:
We can hear them pray
From everywhere all over this land.
We can hear them pray.
They are the poor and the meek,
All the sick and all the weak.
Sounds of their struggle drift across the face of this land.
We can hear them pray
For a little help from a loving hand.
REFRAIN:
Whatever we do for the least, we also do for God;
And no matter who has less or who has more,
We are all one and the same when we stand with the poor.
VERSE 2:
We can see them toil
Day after day from the moment of birth.
We can see them toil.
They work the mines and the fields,
In the shops and in the ghettos.
Sounds of their labor echo off the ends of the earth.
We can see them toil
For a little pay, never what it is worth.
VERSE 3:
Who can say how they feel
With only hope to carry them on.
Who can say how they feel?
They make the clothes we wear,
And they harvest the crops we prepare.
So many blessings, more than anyone cares to say.
Who can know what they feel
With only hope to get through the day?
FINAL:
We can hear them pray.