John Daniel

John Daniel came to town one summer afternoon

Wearing dirty work clothes so everyone presumed

He was just another logger from the logging camp nearby

And he was, but there was something different in John Daniel's eyes

John Daniel was a young man, not more than 24

And there was an air about him that one could not ignore

And in spite of callused hands and dirty clothes, his face was kind

And I wanted so to know what was in John Daniel's mind

John Daniel, tell me where did you come from, tell me where is it you've been

John Daniel, tell me why are you different from all of these other men

John Daniel, there's something about you that I don't quite understand

John Daniel, do you hold the answer to a higher plan?

I rented him a room, he went upstairs like all the rest

It was Saturday and he'd be going in to town, I guessed

But he left in a robe and sandals, with a Bible in his hand

And I thought to myself, John Daniel, I don't understand

Now I'd planned to meet some friends of mine when I got off at three

In the park we often gather to talk of love and peace

When I got there I found that a crowd had gathered around

And there I saw John Daniel a sitting on the ground

John Daniel, tell me where did you come from, tell me where is it you've been

John Daniel, tell me why are you different from all of these other men

John Daniel, there's something about you that I don't quite understand

John Daniel, do you hold the answer to a higher plan?

"So you want to be free," he said, "Well, this is how you can"

As he read from the Bible he held in his hand

We were searching for the truth not knowing where to look

Not knowing that the answers all were in John Daniel's book

John Daniel told us all how we could be free

John Daniel taught us all a better way for you and me

He came to us in our own way so we'd be sure to see

He had the light and essence of the man from Galilee

John Daniel, tell me where did you come from, tell me where is it you've been

John Daniel, tell me why are you different from all of these other men

John Daniel, there's something about you that I don't quite understand

John Daniel, do you hold the answer to a higher plan?

John Daniel, John Daniel, John Daniel

(There's something about you that I don't quite understand)

John Daniel do you hold the answer to a higher plan?

John Daniel came to town one summer afternoon

Wearing dirty work clothes so everyone presumed

He was just another logger from the logging camp nearby

And he was, but there was something different in John Daniel's eyes, ooh

John Daniel, tell me where did you come from, tell me where is it you've been

John Daniel, tell me why are you different from all of these other men

John Daniel, there's something about you that I don't quite understand

John Daniel, do you hold the answer to a higher plan?