In The Summer Of His Years Lyrics - Connie Francis

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 sudden shout 

And Heaven held its breath 

For the dreams of a multitude of man 

Rode with him to his death 

Lord, rode with him to his death 

Yes, the heart of the world weighs heavy 

With the helplessness of tears 

For the man cut down in a Texas town 

In the summer of his years 

The summer of his years 

And we who stay mustn't ever lose 

The victories that he won 

For wherever man look to freedom ? 

His soul goes riding on 

Lord, his soul goes riding on