A young man rode with his head held high   Under the Texas sun   And no one guessed that a man so blessed   Would perish by the gun   Lord, would perish by the gun      A shot rang out like a sudden shout   And Heaven held its breath   For the dreams of a multitude of man   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   For the man cut down in a Texas town   In the summer of his years   The summer of his years      And we who stay mustn't ever lose   The victories that he won   For wherever man look to freedom [Incomprehensible]   His soul goes riding on   Lord, his soul goes riding on