Connie Francis Summer Of His Years Lyrics

Summer Of His Years Lyrics

A young man rode with his head held high,
Under the Texas sun,
And no one
guessed,
That a man so blessed,
Would perish by the gun,
Lord, would
perish by the gun.

A shot rang out like a Southern shout,
And Heaven
held its breath,
For a man shot down,
In a Southern town,
In the
summer of his years,
Yes, the summer of his years.

And we who stay
mustn't ever lose,
The victories that he's won,
For wherever "man" looks
to Freedom's past,
His soul goes riding on,
Lord, his soul goes riding
on!