The Good Samaritan

Walking down the street was a stranger

And he was set upon by a band of thieves.

Lying there, his lifeblood dripping away

Lying there for all the world to see.

And a preacher came past

And a businessman too

But they just walked on by

And now I’m asking you

“Which man? Which was neighbor?”

And I ask you, “Which man? Which was a friend?”

Can you tell me, “Which man did a stranger a favor?

Friend to the end.

The preacher said, “Son, do you believe?

If you don’t your soul is damned.”

And the businessman said, “You got any money?

If you don’t, I can’t lend you a hand.”

And many people came by,

But they just stepped around

That stranger

Lying there on the ground

Won’t you tell me

“Which man? Which was neighbor?”

And I ask you, “Which man? Which was a friend?”

Let me ask you, “Which man did a stranger a favor?

Friend to the end.

Then a woman came by. A Good Samaritan woman.

She picked the man up, carried him to her bed.

She washed his wounds with tears from her eyes.

Dried them with the hairs from her head.

Somewhere there’s a lonely stranger

Lying on the cold, cold ground.

He may be asleep or he may be bleeding

He may not be able to utter one sound.

Why don’t you go, go and do likewise

For all of God’s creatures,

No matter what their distressing disguise.

And tell me

“Which man? Which was neighbor?”

Tell me, tell me, “Which man? Which was a friend?”

And I’m asking, “Which man did a stranger a favor?

Friend to the end.