Minstrel from Galilee
He toured the land with music in his words
Attracting both young and old
While fires raged backstage
He talked of peace while war drew near
And never lifted a sword
While fires raged backstage
His following were often poor
Or homeless or rejected
While fires raged backstage
He led them down another way
And only asked that they listen
While fires raged backstage
He left them crying on a hill
And parted with forgiveness
While fires raged backstage
He promised a reunion tour
And has restrung his guitar
As the fires still rage backstage
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