Chorus:
Put your hand on the ground, touch it like a prayer.
Put your hand on the ground touch it like a prayer.
Put your hand on the ground. I know it’s true
Somebody somewhere is touch-ing it too.
People singing in South Africa, touching it too
People ricing up in White Earth, touching it too
Mushroom hunters in Bavaria, touching it too
People drumming in Brazilia, touching it too
Workers picking tea in China, touching it too
Workers welding in Detroit, touching it too
Workers tapping trees in Maine, touching it too
Workers typing in DC, touching it too
People writing code in Oslo, touching it too
People herding goats in Syria, touching it too
Dog sled mushers in the Yukon, touching it too
People zooming from wherever, touching it too
People marching down to Selma, touching it too
People chanting up at Standing Rock, touching it too
People picketing in Austin, touching it too
People tenting here in Phillips, touching it too
All the ladders of the roofers, touching it too
All the tools of the plumbers, touching it too
All the wheels of the truckers, touching it too
All the desks of all the teachers, touching it too
All the trees that stand upon it, touching it too
All the forests of Siberia, touching it too
The great giants in the Amazon, touching it too
All the baobabs in Kenya, touching it too
All the palm trees of Tahiti, touching it too
All the pecans in Sonora, touching it too
All the bristlecones so ancient, touching it too
Cottonwoods along the St. Croix, touching it too
All the bolders down in Baja
All the peaks that fill the Andes
All the sands of the Sahara
All the rocks along the north shore
All the fjords of Norway’s coastline
All the water of the Ganges
All the glaciers over Greenland
All the lakes of Minneapolis
All the feet of all the mothers , touching it too
All the knees of all the mourners , touching it too
All the backs of all the dreamers , touching it too
All the bottoms of the babies , touching it too
All the recently departed, touching it too
All the ashes of our forebears, touching it too
All the memories of the ancients, touching it too
All the great hopes of our journeys , touching it too
Words and music by Bret Hesla and Paul Andress
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