He comes as a darkened knight

Upon the raging storm

And as an angel of love he reaps the harvest corn

He comes as a leveller to make one and all the same

His song on the western wind to deliver us from pain

Take his hand

For only he’ll lead you on to the promised hand

He is the only true friend of the poor

Can you not see that only he can ever set you free

He is the only true friend of the poor

And all the kings and the queens and the generals

Dread the gaze of his eyes

But to the sick and the cold and the starving

He’s a blessing in disguise

For his sweet kiss brings release

And they shall suffer no more

So they don’t fear when he comes

A-knock-knock-knocking on the door