John Bottomley - Saint Psalm lyrics

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