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On a green hill far away
So the hymn and bible say
Our dear Lord hung on a cross
He hung there for us, oh what a loss.
Two thieves hung on either side
It was on this wooden cross he died
A crown of thorns, nails in his hand
Do we really understand?
Then on the joyous Easter Day
At the tomb the stone was rolled away
In the garden Mary wept
A vigil how she wished she'd kept.
How could somebody come and steal
His body, it was just unreal.
Suddenly an angel standing there
He's alive our Lord and saviour for all to share.
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