Vagabond

I know of a man who lives on the other side

On the other side of this mountain

They say he's calling the weary home

I've been told of a man who lives on the other side

On the other side of this mountain

With a heart full of stories of hope

So run like a vagabond, carry the flame

Run for the children and run for the slaves

Hold it up high with a message of faith

Don't ever stop moving on

Just run like a vagabond

His book is a gun that he reads for the people

The words that he speaks have been colored illegal

But the law that he's under is bigger than paper and gowns

He stayed in the streets where the beggars are broken

He's risking is life, a bullseye in the open

But he won't stop to rest until he's reached every town

So run like a vagabond, carry the flame

Run for the children and run for the slaves

Hold it up high with a message of faith

Don't ever stop moving on

Just run like a vagabond