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 [these lyrics are found on http://www.songlyrics.com] 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)