Well the sun didn't shine down on Calvary's mountain. Well the sun didn't shine down on Calvary's mountain. Well the sun didn't shine down on Calvary's mountain. When my Lord was dying on the cross.
Well now Pilate's wife had a dream. Said there's an honest man I've seen. Well you give me water let me wash my hands Well I won't be guilty of the innocent man.
Well now see how they done my Lord, Children they took him on the mountain so high. The put a crown of thorns upon his head And the blood flowed from his side.
Well they hammered his hands and they reviled his feet. The hammer was heard in Jerusalem's streams. Well, well, good Lord, It was Jesus hanging on the Cross Mmmmm. . . my Lord . . . Hallelujah.