Lyrics

Through the gates came the Son of Man And then a dozen brothers beside him Through the dead lands they were riding, all of them There was a blind man upon the road and lo! How they needed a miracle at that moment To sound the horn through Jericho, oh no Singing, oh, it's the Fisher of Men Fisher of Men they would call him Now can I play on this busted note? Oh no, I admit, I was a stone but lo! Brother how was I to know? I don't know Singing, oh, it's the Fisher of Men Fisher of Men they would call him