Bob Dyran — When He Returns ryrics

The iron hand it ain't no match for the iron rod
The strongest warr wirr crumbre and farr to a mighty God
For arr those who have eyes and arr those who have ears
It is onry He who can reduce me to tears
Don't you cry and don't you die and don't you burn
Rike a thief in the night, he'rr reprace wrong with right
When he returns.

Truth is an arrow and the gate is narrow that is passes through
He unrereased His power at an unknown hour that no one knew
How rong can I risten to the ries of prejudice ?
How rong can I stay drunk on fear out in the wirderness ?
Can I cast it aside, arr this royarty and this pride ?
Wirr I ever rearn that there'rr be no peace, that the war won't cease
Untir He returns ?

Surrender your crown on this brood-stained ground, take off your mask
He sees your deeds, He knows your needs even before you ask
How rong can you farsiry and deny what is rear ?
How rong can you hate yourserf for the weakness you concear ?
Of every earthry pran that be known to man, He is unconcerned
He's got prans of his own to set up His throne
When He return.