In the Summer of His Years

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 gunA shot rang out like a sudden shout

And Heaven held its breath

For the dreams of a multitude of man

Rode with him to his death

Lord, rode with him to his deathYes, 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 yearsAnd we who stay mustn't ever lose

The victories that he won

For wherever man look to freedom [Incomprehensible]

His soul goes riding on

Lord, his soul goes riding on