He was but a traveller on the lonely road of life   She, her name was Mary, A lady of the night   She found him lying in that road, on a winter`s night so cold,   Just another poor boy, treat him right      She saw that he was hungry and gave him food to eat   She knew that he was weary an he had no place to sleep   She took him home to her own bed, she lay down his wounded head   And washed away the world from his hands and his knees      He was just another poor boy, Just another poor boy   When he cried out in his sleep she held him tight   Just another poor boy, Just another poor boy   And she gave him love and comfort throught the night   Till the morning light ..      At night she sat beside him, by the fire they would talk   He said all men were brothers and that love could conquer all   Many gathered round to hear, many for his life did fear   In troubled times like these men seldom talk      Oh they came for him one morning at the breaking of the day   She woke to to hear him calling as they carried him away   Accusing him of spreading lies and hate,      His public meetings were a danger to the state   Some soldier said " Who was he anyway ??"      Just another poor boy, Just another poor boy   And the tears were falling from her face like rain   Just another poor boy, Just another poor boy   And they hung him on a hillside far away   And on the ground she lay ...Poor boy... Oh, my Lord...   Oh my Lord ... Oh my Lord...      Just another poor boy, Just another poor boy,   And the tears were falling from her face like rain   Just another poor boy, Just another poor boy   And the hung him on a hillside far away, just another poor boy   Just another poor boy, Just another poor boy      And she`d never dreamed she`d see his face again ..