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 Oh, daughter of Zion your time's drawing near Don't forsake Him, oh don't 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 Soon the thorn cursed ground will bring forth a crown And this Jesus will seem to be beaten But He'll conquer alone both the shroud and the stone And the prophesies will be completed On the foal of a donkey as the prophets had said Passing by you He rides on to die