He comes as a darkened knight    Upon the raging storm    And as an angel of love he reaps the harvest corn    He comes as a leveller to make one and all the same    His song on the western wind to deliver us from pain    Take his hand    For only he'll lead you on to the promised land    He is the only true friend of the poor    Can you not see that only he can ever set you free    He is the only true friend of the poor    And all the kings and the queens and the generals    Dread the gaze of his eyes    But to the sick and the cold and the starving    He's a blessing in disguise    For his sweet kiss brings release    And they shall suffer no more    So they don't fear when he comes    A-knock-knock-knocking on the door