In the Summer of His Years Lyrics

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 rang out like a Southern shout,
And Heaven held its breath,
For the dreams of a multitude of man
Rode with him to his death
Lord, rode with him to his death
Yes, the hart of the world weighs heavy
With the helplessness of tears
For the man cut down in a Texas town
In the summer of his years
The summer of his years

And we who stay mustn't ever lose
The victories that he won
For wherever man look to freedom there
His soul goes riding on
Lord, his soul goes riding on