I know of a man who lives on the other side On the other side of this mountain They say he's calling the weary home
I've been told of a man who lives on the other side On the other side of this mountain With a heart full of stories of hope
So run like a vagabond, carry the flame Run for the children and run for the slaves Hold it up high with a message of faith Don't ever stop moving on Just run like a vagabond
His book is a gun that he reads for the people The words that he speaks have been colored illegal But the law that he's under is bigger than paper and gowns
He stayed in the streets where the beggars are broken He's risking is life, a bullseye in the open But he won't stop to rest until he's reached every town
So run like a vagabond, carry the flame Run for the children and run for the slaves Hold it up high with a message of faith Don't ever stop moving on Just run like a vagabond Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
