Mountain - The Laird lyrics

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Pappalardi-Collins)

The Laird is arriving

He ran to the east

He stood in the courthouse

Pleading his case

His crime was a passion

An aching for peace

And he´s not alone

And he´s not alone

And he´s not alone

And he´s not alone

Let my people go

His soul is on paper

Freshly changed

And white men they keep him

Oh and not changing

And he´s not around, yeah

And he´s not around

He´s not around

He´s not around, yeah

Let my people go<br />

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Thanks to razvan