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 it's breath

For the dreams of
A multitude of men
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'd won

For wherever man
Looked to Freedom back
His soul goes riding on
Lord, his soul goes riding on