When I was a little boy I had my special place to get my ice-cream,
And the lady at the candy store was always so nice to me,
And 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; he 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,
And 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.

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.

He's no longer in his grave; he is risen from the dead,
He's no longer in his grave; he is risen from the dead,
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.