Jesus was a working man, a hero, you shall hear,
Born in the slums of Bethlehem
at the turning of the year
Yes, the turning of the year
at the streets rang with his name
For he argued with the older man
and he put them all to shame
Yes, he put them all to shame
His father, he apprenticed him
To plane and drill and work with skill
and he wandered far and wide,
And he saw how wealth and poverty
live always side by side,
Yes, always side by side.
He said, come all you working men,
you farmers and weavers too,
If you will only organise,
the world belongs to you.
Yes, the world belongs to you.
So the fishermen sent two delegates,
and the farmers and weavers too,
And they formed a working
To see the struggle through,
yes, to see the struggle through
what the carpenter had done
To the Roman troops they ran
he's a menace to God and man,
yes, a menace to God and man.
The commander of the occupying troops,
he laughed and then he said,
by the weekend he'll be dead.
Yes, by the weekend he'll be dead.
Now Jesus walked among the poor,
for the poor were his own kind.
And they wouldn't let the
Yes, to take him from behind
So they hired a man of the traitor's trade
And a stool pigeon was he
And he sold his brother to
For a fistful of silver money
Jesus lay in the prison cell
and they beat him and offered him bribes to
desert the cause of his own poor folk
and work for the rich man's tribe,
yes, work for the rich man's
The sweat stood out upon his brow,
And the blood was in his eye,
Yes, they laughed as they
And the dream of this poor carpenter
At last it is coming true,
Yes, at last it is coming true.