1 When Jesus came to Golgotha they hanged him on a tree,
they drove great nails through hands and feet, and made a Calvary;
they crowned him with a crown of thorns, red were his wounds and deep,
for those were crude and cruel days, and human flesh was cheap.

2 When Jesus came to live with us we simply passed him by,
we never hurt a hair of him, we only let him die;
for we had grown more tender, and we would not give him pain,
we only just passed down the street and left him in the rain.

3 Still Jesus cries, "Forgive them for they know not what they do,"
and still it rains the winter rain that drenches through and through;
the crowds go home and leave the streets without a soul to see,
and Jesus crouches 'gainst a wall and cries for Calvary.