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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