The countryside was cold and still
There were three crosses on the hill
Each one wore a burning hood
To hide too rotten core of the wood
And I cried
Father, I hear an iron sound
Hey, hoof beats on the frozen ground
Down the hills the riders came
Lord, it was a crying shame
To see the blood upon their whips
To hear the snarling of their lips
And I cried
Mother, I feel a stabbing pain
Hey, blood flows down like a summer's rain
Summer's rain
Each one wore a mask of white
To hide his cruel face from sight
Each one sucked the hungry breath
Out of the empty lungs of death
And I cried
Sister,
Hey sister, raise my b***** head
Hey, it's so lonesome to be dead
He who rides with the Klan
Is a devil, and not a man
For underneath his white disguise
I have looked into his eyes
And I cried
Brother, stand by me
It's not too easy to be free
Brother, Sister
Hey Mother, Hey Father
Stand by me
Hey, it's not too easy to be free
There were three crosses on the hill
Each one wore a burning hood
To hide too rotten core of the wood
And I cried
Father, I hear an iron sound
Hey, hoof beats on the frozen ground
Down the hills the riders came
Lord, it was a crying shame
To see the blood upon their whips
To hear the snarling of their lips
And I cried
Mother, I feel a stabbing pain
Hey, blood flows down like a summer's rain
Summer's rain
Each one wore a mask of white
To hide his cruel face from sight
Each one sucked the hungry breath
Out of the empty lungs of death
And I cried
Sister,
Hey sister, raise my b***** head
Hey, it's so lonesome to be dead
He who rides with the Klan
Is a devil, and not a man
For underneath his white disguise
I have looked into his eyes
And I cried
Brother, stand by me
It's not too easy to be free
Brother, Sister
Hey Mother, Hey Father
Stand by me
Hey, it's not too easy to be free