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 gun
A shot ran out like a Southern shout
And Heaven held its breath
For the dream of multitude and peace
Rode with him to his death
Lord, rode with him to his death
Yes, the heart of the world weighed heavy
With the helplessness of tears
For a man cut down in a Texas town
In the summer of his years
In the summer of his years
(rpt)
