A stranger came knockin' on my doorA hairshirt and an old brown coatI asked him where was his legionHe shivered like a wayward pigeonNews of the world and the open roadIn a tongue of jongleur tumbler troubadourGently now he was softly spokenSuddenly the spell was brokenI couldn't see his coat of goldA mirror of our very soulLove can shine on every oneCan't kill it with a gunCan't kill it with a gunNo, no, noCan't kill it with a gunTrembling rain throughout the landA Salvation Army bandDon't be so quick should the walls have risenLess they become your very own prisonI couldn't see his coat of goldA mirror of our very soulLove can shine on everyoneCan't kill it with a gunCan't kill it with a gunNo, no, noCan't kill it with a gun