| The city was Jerusalem
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| The time was long ago
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| The people called him Jesus
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| The crime was the love He showed
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| And I’m the one to blame
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| I caused all the pain
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| He gave Himself, the day He wore my crown
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| He brought me love that only He could give
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| I brought Him cause to cry
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| And though He taught me how to live
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| I taught Him how to die
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| And I’m the one to blame
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| I caused all the pain
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| He gave Himself, the day He wore my crown
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| He could have called His holy Father
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| And said, «Take me away, please, take me away»
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| He could have said, «I'm not guilty
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| And I’m not going to stay, I’m not going to pay»
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| But He walked right through the gate
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| And then on up the hill
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| And as He fell beneath the weight, He cried
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| He cried, «Father, not My will»
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| And I’m the one to blame
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| I caused all His pain
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| He gave Himself, the day He wore my crown
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| And I’m the one to blame
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| I caused all His pain
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| He gave Himself, the day He wore my crown |