Tramp on the Street — текст песни (Joan Baez)

(Grady and Hazel Cole)



Only a tramp was Lazarus that day,
He lay down by the rich man`s gate.
He begged for crumbs from the rich man to eat
But they left him to die like a tramp on the street.

And Jesus who died on Calvary`s tree,
Shed his life blood for you and for me
They pierced his side, his hands and his feet
And they left Him to die like a tramp on the street.

He was Mary`s own darlin`, he was Mary`s own son;
Once he was fair and once he was young,
And Mary she rocked him, her little darlin` to sleep,
But they left him to die like a tramp on the street.

When the battles are over, and the victory`s won,
Everyone mourns with the poor man`s son,
Red white and blue, and victory sweet,
And they left him to die like a tramp on the street.