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 are on the ground There’s one more to go While people stood 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 up in brand new cloth And laid him in his grave And laid…