Well, I've heard the people talking
In the fields and in the stores.
They say a man is claimin' visions,
And they don't want him here no more.

And with questions in my heart,
I walked home late last night.
And in front of his old farmhouse,
Something caught my eye.

I saw a candle burning brightly,
In his window late last night.
And my mind it gripped me tightly,
And something said, "Son, what he's doin's right."
I saw a candle burning bright.

And a vigil got together,
Came and kicked in his front door.
And as they drug him onto the back porch,
I wondered what all this was for.

And as I watched him wrench in pain,
As the tar burned in his skin.
And the preacher held the candle,
While the others watched and grinned.

I saw candle burning brightly,
In his eyes late last night.
And my mind it gripped my tightly,
And something said, "Son, what he's doin's right."
I saw a candle burning bright.

And this morning I was walking,
Leaves were blowing down that old dirt road.
And those feelings just kept stirring,
Deep within my soul.

And on my lips a silent whisper,
Lord, please tell me what is right.
And then the Spirit danced within me,
Like the soft candlelight.

I saw candle burning brightly,
In his window late last night.
And my mind it gripped my tightly,
And something said, "Son, what he's doin's right."
I saw the light.