Paul Robeson - The Blind Ploughman lyrics

Set my hand upon the plough,my feet upon the sod Turn my face toward the east and praise be to God Ev'ry year the rain does fall,the seedlings turn and spring Ev'ry year the spreading trees shelter birds that sing From the shelter of your heart,brother drive out sin Let the little birds of faith come and nest therein God,who made the sun to shine on both you and me God,who took away my eyes-that my soul might see!