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Only a tramp was Lazarus that day He who lay down by the rich man's gate And he begged for the crumbs from the rich man to eat But they left him to die like a tramp on the street He was some mother's darling, he was some mother's son Once he was fair, once he was young Some mother rocked him, little darling, to sleep But they left him to die like a tramp on the street If Jesus should come, knock at your door Would you let him come in, take from your store Would you turn him away, with nothing to eat They left him to die like a tramp on the street He was Mary's own darling, God's chosen son Once he was fair, once he was young And Mary, she rocked him, little darling to sleep And she left him to die like a tramp on the street [Other versions have a couple of different/additional verses:] Jesus who died on Calvary's tree Shed his life's blood for you and me They pierced his side, his hands, and his feet Then they left him to die like a tramp on the street Songtexte If Jesus should come and knock o your door For a place to lie down or bread from your store Would you welcome him in or turn him away For God would reward you on the great Judgment Day Aus Songtexte Mania