Testo Saint Psalm

A stranger came knockin' on my door A hairshirt and an old brown coat I asked him where was his legion He shivered like a wayward pigeon News of the world and the open road In a tongue of jongleur tumbler troubadour Gently now he was softly spoken Suddenly the spell was broken I couldn't see his coat of gold A mirror of our very soul Love can shine on every one Can't kill it with a gun Can't kill it with a gun No, no, no Can't kill it with a gun Trembling rain throughout the land A Salvation Army band Don't be so quick should the walls have risen Less they become your very own prison I couldn't see his coat of gold A mirror of our very soul Love can shine on everyone Can't kill it with a gun Can't kill it with a gun No, no, no Can't kill it with a gun