Under All the Land

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