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Well, they took Him and they hung Him up upon a tree,
With a crown of thorns on Calvary.
He lifted up His head just before He died,
âForgive them, Father,â is what He cried, âcause
CHORUS
Itâs Friday, Sundayâs coming,
Itâs Friday, Sundayâs coming,
Itâs Friday, Sundayâs coming,
Gonna rise up on that day.
Well, from that tree He went down to Hell,
And the things He suffered, no tongue can tell.
Spent three dark days and two lonely nights,
Then He stepped right out in the morning light, âcause
to CHORUS
Now, He walked and He talked like a natural man,
He was healing the sick with the touch of His hand.
âCheer up, brother,â is what He said,
âJust like Me, youâll rise from the dead,â âcause
to CHORUS
Well, nothing has changed ever since that time,
People live, they love, they suffer and die.
When my back is breaking and my poor heart bleeds,
I think about the promise that He left with me, said
to CHORUS (2x)
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