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 alone yeah

And he's not alone

And he's not alone

And he's not alone yeah

Let my people go