Saint Psalm Lyrics - Singles - Bottomley John

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