A man came from the mountains walking to his grave.
He held a rifle in his hands and fire in his gaze.
He said, Will you follow me to the promised land?
O, I’m headed for Virginia where a man must make his stand.
He came to free the people who were trapped in bondage chains.
He knew his work was righteous, like a saint from olden days.
His voice was like a prophet’s, in the wilderness it rang:
If I don’t die for my people, I will have died in vain.
When the rich don’t pay their taxes and the workers don’t get paid,
With the politicians whorin for the money from the banks,
Then the greedy corporate bastards give themselves a raise,
You gotta stand against injustice, and remember John Brown’s raid.
There’s a war along the border, people fighting every day
For a chance to move as freely as the goods they’re told to make.
But the thugs who write the laws are blinded by their hate.
When the hands of justice tick backwards just remember John Brown’s raid.
Well Jesus fed five thousand with a couple hunks of bread.
John would spark rebellion with a couple dozen men.
You don’t got to gamble when your best bet is to lose.
One pure act of faith is all you need to make that mountain move.
They hung him from the gallows to prove that they were right,
That you can’t change the system, just one man in just one night.
But the fuse he lit exploded in a war to free the slaves.
O, he paid in blood for justice but he didn’t die in vain.
credits
from Where the Lone Pine Stands,
released November 5, 2015
lyrics & tune: d. schramm
guitar & vocals: d. schramm
banjo: r. wittke
From Cork, Ireland, Lewis Barfoot writes mystic, majestic songs derived from regional folk, with an ambient music aura. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 11, 2023