Текст песни 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