Countryside was cold and still 

There were three crosses on the hill 

Each one wore a burning hood 

To hide its rotten core of wood 

And I say father, father I hear an iron sound 

Hoof beats on the frozen ground 

And downhill the riders came 

Lord it was a cryin' shame 

To see the blood upon their whips 

To hear the snarlin' from their lips 

And I cried mother, mother I feel a stabbing pain 

Blood runs down like summers rain 

And each one wore a mask of white 

To hide his cruel face from sight 

And each one sucked a hungry breath 

Out of the empty lungs of death 

And I say sister, sister, I need you to take my hand 

It's always lonely when it's time to stand 

He who rides with the klan 

Is a devil and not a man 

For underneath his white disguise 

I have looked into his eyes 

And I say brother, brother, stand by me 

It's not so easy to be free 

Father, mother, sister, brother, stand by me 

It's not so easy to be free 

It's not so easy to be free 

It's not so easy to be free 

Nobody ever said it would be easy 

Nobody ever said it would be easy 

It's not so easy, no it's not so easy