I think of Andy in the cold wet clay   Those three are on my mind   With his comrades down beside him   On that brutal day   Those three are on my mind      There lies young James in his final pain   Those three are on my mind   So I ask the killers, "Can you see those three again?   Those three are on my mind"      I see dark eyed Michael   With his dark eyed bride   Those three are on my mind   And three proud mothers   Weeping side by side   Those three are on my mind      But I'm grieving yet   And for some the sky is bright   I cannot give up hoping   For a morning light   So I ask the killers, "Do you sleep at night?   Oh, those three are on my mind"      I see tin roof shanties   Where my brothers live   Those three are on my mind   And the little burnt out churches   Where they sing we forgive   Those three are on my mind      I know of Tom paints water tree   I know the price of liberty   Now I ask the question that is deep inside of me   Did they also burn the Courthouse   When they killed those three   Those three are on my mind      Those three are on my mind   Those three are on my mind