He Was My Brother — текст песни (Simon Paul)

He was my brother
Five years older than I
He was my brother
Twenty-three Years old the day he died
Freedom writer
They cursed my brother to his face
Go home outsider
This town`s gonna be your buryin` place
He was singin` on his knees
An angry mob trailed along
They shot my brother dead
Because he hated what was wrong
He was my brother
Tears can`t bnng him back to me
He was my brother
And he died so his brothers could be free
He died so his brothers could be free