Mountains - The Laird lyrics

The Laird is arriving He ran to the east He stood in the courthouse Pleading his case His crime was a pa**ion An aching for peace And hes not alone And hes not alone And hes not alone And hes not alone Let my people go His soul is on paper Freshly changed And white men they keep him Oh and not changing And hes not around, yeah And hes not around Hes not around Hes not around, yeah Let my people go