We lost our four big chances
Calvary Dallas Memphis L.A
In two thousand years, four chances
A cross and a gun stole them away

A man called John loved by everyone
Who's smile was as bright as his dream
And his brother Bob together with God
Planned a beautiful scene

They stood hand in hand with a noble black man
Whose voice made your heart want to sing
They taught brotherhood that this world understood
The Irish, a Jew, and a black man called King

Then hate with a tail climbed from out of hell
With a forked tongue spoke from a tree
The Jew died for sin, the black man for skin
The Irish, they died for liberty
At Calvary, Dallas, Memphis, L.A