Lyrics On the Via Dolorosa (Narrative) - Johnny Cash

We are on the Via Dolorosa the way of
The way of the Cross having just left the Praetorium
Where Christ, where Pilate said to Christ I washed my hands off the matter
And turned him over to the people and
Told them to do what they would with him
There's no traffic here the streets's very narrow
Little children playing along the
Street the street's about ten feet wide
You see the third station of the Cross
Where Christ almost fell under the weight of the Cross
He's kneeling and then the fourth station of the Cross on that
Over 40-50 feet farther toward Calvary
Where His mother came up to Him and said my Son what's happened
And He is kneeling under the heavy weight of the Cross too
Continuing on now toward Calvary from the fourth station of the Cross
We left the Praetorium where Christ
Was sentenced and where he was turned over
To the Jewish people and they were offered Barabbas and they said
No give us Christ we'll crucify him
Following along the stations of the Cross passing station number five
And it said at this point that
Simon a Cyrenean coming out of the country
On him they laid the Cross that he might bear that for Jesus
And they continued on the way of the Cross, it's okay
They continued on the way of the Cross as we are now leaving
Place number five toward Calvary it's a long long way from here
You can see standing here between station number five and number six
200 yards at least up the steps toward Calvary's hill
All along it's a very narrow street ten or twelve feet wide
Shops on each side little children playing old men and women
Carrying their bread dressed in their long robes
Just as they did 2000 years ago
The music here in the background is a
Radio playing is that an Arab station?
Still continuing up the way of the Cross toward Calvary
The voices you hear in the background are
Pilgrims from all over the world
All along the Via Dolorosa here there
Are beggars (I suppose mostly Arab beggars)
Pass station number ten continuing on
To Calvary they are all along the way
They say that they are all blind
They say that the reason there are so many blind along
This part of the country is because of the dust
Everywhere the wind is blowing and the dust is flying
And of course there are germs in the dust that diseases their eyes
Dust itself puts them out
On the ward Calvert Calvary there is another beggar sittin' along the way
All kinds of shops pilgrims continuing on the same way that we're going
Now closer to Calvary the way really gets crowded
It's still the same very narrow street though