LYRICS

The Tramp On The Street

Only a tramp was Lazarus that day
He who lay down by the rich manís gate
And he begged for some crumbs from the rich man to eat
But they left him to die like a tramp on the street

He was Maryís own darling, he was Godís chosen son
Once he was fair and once he was young
Mary she rocked him, her little darling to sleep
And they left him to die like a tramp on the street

Jesus who died on Calvary's field
He gave his life blood for you and for me
They pierced his side, Lord, his hands and his feet
Where they left him to die like a tramp on the street

If Jesus should come and knock on your door
Would you let him come in and take from your store
Would you lay him out the door with nothing to eat
Would you lay him to die like a tramp on the street.

He was some motherís darling, he was some motherís son
Once he was fair and once he was young
And some mother rocked him, her little darling to sleep
But thery left him to die like a tramp on the street

© Words and music: Grady and Hazel Cole

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