Four soldiers sitting there
Wagered for his clothes
They looked up to the cross where
The blood from his wounds still flowed
The blood from his wounds still flowed
Three women came to see
Put their heads in their hands
Witnessing up on this tree
The slow death of this man
The slow death of this man
Two nails on the ground
One more to go
With the people standing all around
The body was brought down low
The body was brought down low
One friend came to the cross
Took his body away
Wrapped him in brand new cloth
And laid him in his grave
And laid him in his grave