Lyrics:
When I was a little boy
I had my special way to get my ice cream
And the lady at the candy store
Was always so nice to me
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
Jesus 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
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
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