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 heí‚´s not alone
And heí‚´s not alone
And heí‚´s not alone
And heí‚´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 heí‚´s not around, yeah
And heí‚´s not around
Heí‚´s not around
Heí‚´s not around, yeah
Let my people go