Rain falls upon the Easter tree
The squirrel shakes his head
And shivers in his red and sodden fur
The wind and water flatten out his ears
And cause his streaming eyes to close
The smell of death is heavy in his nose
The sun dries out the Easter tree
The rabbit looks around
Sees a shadow on the ground
And runs for home
The songbird finds a strange and novel perch
To shout his challenge to the day
The hare beneath his feet is turning grey
A man hangs from the Easter tree
His death span is a rope or strong nails
Have killed his hopes of climbing down
His jaws are locked in agony
Or open for the flies to come and go
His eyes are in the belly of the crow
A dog sits by the Easter tree
Beneath the naked heels of his master
Or his meal will surely fall
When the rope is broken by the wind
Or the rusty nails release their withered load
Then the dog well fed continues down the road
Bones lie beneath the Easter tree
The skulls now full of sand
Could never understand the reason why
The thread of life was broken by a hand
That never cared to know their names
They played and lost in someone else's game
The leaves upon the Easter tree
Are red with human blood
Since justice chose the wood to make a sword
When a man was hanged at Tyburn tree
Or crucified along the road to Rome
His blood and tears have stained the face of stone
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