The Laird Lyrics

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