Richie Havens - The Klan lyrics

The countryside was cold and still There were three crosses upon the hill Each one wore a burning hood To hide its rotten heart of wood And I cried Father I hear the iron sound Hoofbeats on the frozen ground Down from the hills the riders came Lord, it was a crying shame To see the blood upon their whips And hear the snarling of their lips And I cried Mother I feel a stabbing pain Blood flows down like a summer rain Each one wore a mask of white To hide his cruel face from sight And each one s**ed a hungery breath Out of the empty lungs of d**h And I cried Sister raise my bloody head It's so lonesome to be dead He who rides with the Klan He is a devil and not a man For underneath that white disguise I have looked into his eyes Brother, stand with me It's not easy to be free