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