The laird

The Laird Is Arriving
He Ran to the East
He Stood in the Courthouse
Pleading His Case
His Crime Was a Passion
An Aching For Peace

And He´s Not Alone
And He´s Not Alone
And He´s Not Alone
And He´s Not Alone

Let My People Go
His Soul Is On Paper
Freshly Changed
And White Men They Keep Him
Oh and Not Changing

And He´s Not Around, Yeah
And He´s Not Around
He´s Not Around
He´s Not Around, Yeah
Let My People Go