Throw Down the Sword (1972 BBC In Concert Session)

Throw down the sword the fight is done and over
Neither lost, neither won
To cast away the fury of the battle
And turn my weary eyes for home
There were times when
I stood at death's own door
Only hoping for an answer
Throw down the sword and leave the glory
A story time can never change
To walk the road, the load I have to carry
A journey's end, a wounded soul
There were times when
I stood at death's own door
Only searching for an answer