Cook it's chirping, water is highThere's a soft contrast on the lines hanging dryA little spot of African treesBend over backwards and bounce up and breatheNot a word, not even a load to keep onIt's the man of the law, black and goldSomebody's sitting, hanging aroundAt the old dance hall, at the outskirts of townHe looked up to the right, he started to askIf he wanted to dance, he had a face like a manSomebody said, by the peopleThere was dust, a man of the law, black and goldOhOhI wish I was talking to the sunHe said that every man's conscience is a bounding rayAnd I depend on it to be okayBut it's not possible to keep me satisfiedIt ain't easy to swallow the sticks in your throatShe gave her heart to the man of the law, black and goldThey're on all the sticks in life, some people sayAnd it's true sometimes, it's the other wayBut people don't live or die, people just floatShe went with the man of the law, black and goldThere's smoke on the water, it's been there since JuneThe tree trunks are rooted in the high crescent moonThere's smoke on the water, it's been there since JuneThe pulse of migration, rumbling the forestSomebody's out there, beating on a dead horseShe never said nothing, never said nothingShe arose, she's goneThe man of the law, black and goldBlack and gold