He rode in town on a white horse

With nothing in his hands

He came to gather his people

And take them to his promised land

When he came he knew there would be bloodshed

But still no violence made his places

He came to fight in a battle

With no guns or money

But with his empty hands



With his empty hands



They said hey boy what you lookin' at

As they eyed his dreaded mane

He said my father has sent me

I've come back to reclaim

The children whose hearts

Were so whole and pure

Now it's you who'll die in pain

So they lynched the man

Who fooled the word

And all the children gathered

In his empty hands

In his empty hands