He should have been born in another age In another place, another time The lord of some castle, or a wayfaring knight A man of honor and distinction With a lover's weeping heart Intent to set some maiden free For he cared too much, you see He believed in truth In justice, and in life But he heard the children cry When others told him not to listen And when he tried to speak himself They slapped a dollar on his wrist Only the knife they found beside him Could stab that dollar from his mind.