Lyrics Risen - Jerusalem

Risen

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