Mountain - The Laird Lyrics
Pappalardi-Collins)The Laird is arrivingHe ran to the eastHe stood in the courthousePleading his caseHis crime was a passionAn aching for peaceAnd hes not aloneAnd hes not aloneAnd hes not aloneAnd hes not aloneLet my people goHis soul is on paperFreshly changedAnd white men they keep himOh and not changingAnd hes not around, yeahAnd hes not aroundHes not aroundHes not around, yeahLet my people go