Only a tramp, was Lazarus that day,
It was he who lay at the rich man's gate.
He begged for some crumbs, from the rich man, to eat.
He was left there to die, like a tramp on the street.

He was some mother's darlin', some mother's son;
Once he was fair and once he was young.
Some mother once rocked her darlin' to sleep,
He was left there to die, like a tramp on the street.

Jesus, who died on Calvary's tree,
Said His last word for you and for me.
They pierced His side, His hand and His feet.
And left him to die, like a tramp on the street.

He was King of the Jews and God's chosen son.
He was so fair and he was so young.
Mary once rocked her darlin' to sleep.
He was left there to die, like a tramp on the street.

If Jesus should come and knock at your door,
And ask you to give the throne from your floor.
Would you welcome him in or turn him away?
You'll have your reward on the great judgement day.

He was Mary's own darlin', God's chosen son;
He was so fair and once he was young.
Mary once rocked her darlin' to sleep.
He was left there to die, like a tramp on the street.