A young man rode with his head held high Under the Texas sun And no one guessed that a man so blessed Would perish by the gun Lord, would perish by the gun
A shot rang out like a sudden shout And Heaven held its breath For the dreams of a multitude of man Rode with him to his death Lord, rode with him to his death
Yes, the heart of the world weighs heavy With the helplessness of tears For the man cut down in a Texas town In the summer of his years The summer of his years
And we who stay mustn't ever lose The victories that he won For wherever man look to freedom His soul goes riding on Lord, his soul goes riding onTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
