Risen - Jerusalem

When I was a little boy I had my special place to get my ice-cream

And the lady at the candy store was always so nice to me

And when I was old enough for school, I remember

They picked on me because I had red hair and freckles on my face

And I always was wondering what was behind the clouds

And if God had a house to live in, in cold winter nights

He’s no longer in his grave;

he is risen from the dead

He’s no longer in his grave;

he is risen from the dead

And, when I was thirteen, I started to play in different bands

We tried to be the Beatles, and I didn’t do so hot in school

And I didn’t care too much about anything

I started to use drugs

The devil, he worked hard on me

But one day there was Jesus, knocking on my door

Asking, «Do you want to be a singer in my band?»

He’s no longer in his grave;

he is risen from the dead

He’s no longer in his grave;

Jesus is risen from the dead

He’s no longer in his grave;

he is risen from the dead

He’s no longer in his grave;

Jesus is risen from the dead

He’s no longer in his grave;

he is risen from the dead

He’s no longer in his grave;

he is risen from the dead

He’s no longer in his grave;

he is risen from the dead

He’s no longer in his grave;

Jesus is risen from the dead