His song it was a free song,not owned by anyone .
As common as the night, as common as the sun.
And his song was gentle and his song was strong.
His song was gentle his song was strong
He traveled across the country ,a guitar in his hand .
And land the songs and dances of the people who work at the land.
And his voice was gentle, his voice was strong .
His voice was gentle ,his voice was strong .
His words they were simple they spoke of everyday,
The normal joys of sorrow that can take your breath away .
And his words were gentle,his words were strong .
He's words were gentle ,his words were strong .
The people gathered sharing their ideals and beliefs.
They took each other in their arms and then took to the streets,
Along they were gentle  ,along they were strong
Along they were gentle alone they were gentle together strong
September 12,1973,he was taken to a stadium by the hands of the army .
And his hands were broken his body shot,
His hands broke his body shot .
his song it was a free song,not owned by anyone .
As common as the night, as common as the sun.
And his song was gentle and his song was strong.
His song was gentle his song was strong.