Текст песни Bottomley John - Saint Psalm
Bottomley John - Saint Psalm слова песни
A stranger came knockin` on my doorA hairshirt and an old brown coatI asked him where was his legionHe shivered like a wayward pigeonNews of the world and the open roadIn a tongue of jongleur tumbler troubadourGently now he was softly spokenSuddenly the spell was brokenI couldn`t see his coat of goldA mirror of our very soulLove can shine on every oneCan`t kill it with a gunCan`t kill it with a gunNo, no, noCan`t kill it with a gunTrembling rain throughout the landA Salvation Army bandDon`t be so quick should the walls have risenLess they become your very own prisonI couldn`t see his coat of goldA mirror of our very soulLove can shine on everyoneCan`t kill it with a gunCan`t kill it with a gunNo, no, noCan`t kill it with a gun