A stranger came knockin' on my door  A hairshirt and an old brown coat  I asked him where was his legion  He shivered like a wayward pigeon  News of the world and the open road  In a tongue of jongleur tumbler troubadour  Gently now he was softly spoken  Suddenly the spell was broken  I couldn't see his coat of gold  A mirror of our very soul  Love can shine on every one  Can't kill it with a gun  Can't kill it with a gun  No, no, no  Can't kill it with a gun  Trembling rain throughout the land  A Salvation Army band  Don't be so quick should the walls have risen  Less they become your very own prison  I couldn't see his coat of gold  A mirror of our very soul  Love can shine on everyone  Can't kill it with a gun  Can't kill it with a gun  No, no, no  Can't kill it with a gun