Seems the sorrow untold, as you look down the road
  At the clamoring crowd drawing near
  Feel the heat of the day, as you look down the way
  Hear the shouts of Hosanna the King
  
  Chorus
  Oh, daughter of Zion your times drawing near
  Dont forsake Him, oh dont pass it by
  On the foal of a donkey as the prophets had said
  Passing by you, He rides on to die
  
  Come now little foal, though your not very old
  Come and bear your first burden bravely
  Walk so softly upon all the coats and the palms
  Bare the One on your back oh so gently
  
  Midst the shouting so loud and the joy of the crowd
  There is One who is riding in silence
  For He knows the ones here will be fleeing in fear
  When their shepherd is taken away
  
  Chorus
  
  Soon the thorn cursed ground will bring forth a crown
  And this Jesus will seem to be beaten
  But Hell conquer alone both the shroud and the stone
  And the prophesies will be completed
  
  Chorus
  On the foal of a donkey as the prophets had said
  Passing by you He rides on to die