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.