Paul Siebel - Jeremiah's Song lyrics

I knew a man in Burlington contented with his life He never stopped to argue nor would he start a fight Rejected by his brother And then his family For they suspected treason in the first degree For once upon a Sunday he stood against their view And he told the congregation there was nothing he would do Defending cheap convictions You call a cause for war I beg of you my brothers not to k** no more Oh how the jackals gather when famine stalks the land And how the tongues will flatter in the heads of every man They burned and broke down all his crops His cattle they did slay And they hung him from a white oak tree for the birds of prey Now early the next morning I went to cut him down And found him painted colours with a circus clown He's buried in the mountains A hidden grave I made And I don't speak to strangers I turn the other way