From the recording Food for the Journey
Lyrics
I was walking in Jerusalem
Earlier this afternoon
Out of trouble, just minding my own
Not a couple of miles from home
I met a crowd coming up the hill
Looking like they was ready to kill
The figure ‘neath the cross looked less
Like a man than a bloody mess
Mama come look what they’ve done
Crucified The Carpenter’s Son
Hung Him up against a tree
Up the top of Calvary
Mama come look what they’ve done
Crucified The Carpenter’s Son
He was a chippie like His old man
Made a living working with His hands
It’s ironic ‘cause I bet He could
Make something good out of a cross of wood
As they lifted His body up high
You could almost hear the heavens sigh
I guess a dead prophet never threatened no-one
Oh Jerusalem, what have you done?