Verse 1
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All on a Friday evening as the sun went down
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The body of a man who wore a thorn made crown
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Was carried to a graveyard in the fading light
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And laid with deep affection in a garden
Verse 2
C5
Up on the hill the shadow of his gallows fell
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And d as the sun descended lower still
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The ground was worn and bare where many feet had trod
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To watch the execution of the young man
Chorus
C5 [with choral chordings]
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And what of me so dis-tant from that far gone place
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Still the wonder of that moment crosses and space
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With mystery and majesty none can explain
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For it draws me to the story of the young ma-an
Verse 3
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The next day being Sabbath was a day of rest
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And one of some reflection of the young man's friends
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No longer messianic zeal consumed their hearts
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Just sorrow for the killing of the young man
Verse 4
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And I suppose some tears were shed 'til sleep came last
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Then rising early morning once the Sabbath passed
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A woman made her way to find the garden tomb
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To leave some oil and flowers for the young man
Verse 5
C F C
Now history tells of heavy stone to bar the way
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Was fixed by many soldiers on the open grave
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For when she found it rolled aside an emptied tomb
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She grieved the stolen body of the young man
Verse 6
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A gardener called her by her name as she kneeled down
C F C
And asked her why she searched about the burial ground
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And wiping bitter tears away with the dawn's first light
C Dm C C
She saw the risen glory of the young man