Are you go-ing to Cal-va-ry Hill?
Pars-ley, sage rose-mar-y and thyme.
Re-mem-ber me to one who died there
He claimed to be a true Lord of mine.

Tell Him to heal -the sick and the blind.
Pars-ley, sage, rose-mar-y and thyme;
With-out no drugs nor med-i-cal science,
Then He'll be a true Lord of mine

Tell Him to come down off that cru-el tree!
Pars-ley, sage, rose-mar-y and thyme;
Just call on Angels then fly and be free!
He_claims to be a true Lord of mine.

Tell Him to cast off the shroud and come forth!
Pars ley, sage, rose-mar-y and thyme;
Then roll_back the stone where death held his body!
He_wants to be a true Lord of mine

Tell Him to show me the holes in His hands!
Pars ley, sage, rose-mar-y and thyme;
He con-quered death, now my sins are taken
Jesus You are the true Lord of mine!

Are you - go-ing to Hea-ven with - us?