The countryside was cold and still

There were three crosses on the hill

Each one wore a burning hood

To hide too 53931,-199)rotten core of the wood

And I cried

Father I hear an iron sound

Hey hoof beats on the frozen ground

Down the hills the riders came

Lord it was a crying shame

To see the blood upon their whips

To hear the snarling of their lips

And I cried

Mother I feel a stabbing pain

Hey blood flows down like a summer's rain

Summer's rain

Each one wore a mask of white

To hide his cruel face from sight

Each one sucked the hungry breath

Out of the empty lungs of death

And I cried

Sister

Hey sister raise my bloody head

Hey it's so lonesome to be dead

He who rides with the Klan

Is a devil and not a man

For underneath his white disguise

I have looked into his eyes

And I cried

Brother stand by me

It's not too easy to be free

Brother Sister

Hey Mother Hey Father

Stand by me

Hey it's not too easy to be free to be free