He comes as a darkened knight 
Upon the raging storm 
And as an angel of love he reaps the harvest corn 
He comes as a leveller to make one and all the same 
His song on the western wind to deliver us from pain 
Take his hand 
For only he'll lead you on to the promised land 
He is the only true friend of the poor 
Can you not see that only he can ever set you free 
He is the only true friend of the poor 
And all the kings and the queens and the generals 
Dread the gaze of his eyes 
But to the sick and the cold and the starving 
He's a blessing in disguise 
For his sweet kiss brings release 
And they shall suffer no more 
So they don't fear when he comes 
A-knock-knock-knocking on the door