I know of a man who lives on the other side
On the other side of this mountain
They say he`s calling the weary home
I`ve been told of a man who lives on the other side
On the other side of this mountain
With a heart full of stories of hope
So run like a vagabond, carry the flame
Run for the children and run for the slaves
Hold it up high with a message of faith
Don`t ever stop moving on
Just run like a vagabond
His book is a gun that he reads for the people
The words that he speaks have been colored illegal
But the law that he`s under is bigger than paper and gowns
He stayed in the streets where the beggars are broken
He`s risking is life, a bullseye in the open
But he won`t stop to rest until he`s reached every town
So run like a vagabond, carry the flame
Run for the children and run for the slaves
Hold it up high with a message of faith
Don`t ever stop moving on
Just run like a vagabond