In the summer of his years

A young man rode with his head held high

Under the Texas sun

And no one guessed that a man so blessed

Would perished by the gun

Lord, would perished by the gun

A shot rang out like a sudden shout

And heaven held its 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

Fort the man cut down in a Texas town

In the summer of his years

The summer of his year

And we who stay mustn't ever lose

The victories that he won

For whenever man looked for freedom then

His soul goes riding on

Lord, his soul goes riding on