Mahalia Jackson

In The Summer of His Years

Mahalia Jackson


A young man rode with his head held high 
Under the Texas sun 
And no one guessed that a man so blessed
Would perish by the gun 
Lord, would perish by the gun 

A shot ran out like a Southern shout 
And Heaven held its breath 
For the dream of multitude and peace 
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Rode with him to his death 
Lord, rode with him to his death 

Yes, the heart of the world weighed heavy 
With the helplessness of tears 
For a man cut down in a Texas town 
In the summer of his years 
In the summer of his years 
(rpt)