The church put on the passion play,
Upon the grass so green,
There were so many people,
Loads I’d never seen.

It’s like as if they were thirsty for God,
And needed reassuring,
That Christ had died on a cross of wood,
It really was deploring.

The different scenes were spread about,
You couldn’t always see,
But certainly heard them shout,
It was like as if you were really there.