The Deceiver reared
his head
And urged the woman
to a deed notorious,
And Eden soon was
dead.
From the tree
of shame she chose to eat,
A fruit so pretty with skin so fair.
She offered to the man this treat,
And we are descended from this pair.
They ate the tree of woe you see,
And a life full of sin
Became the norm for you and me,
Until the day Christ enters in.
For
on that day so special so rare,
The tree of life is seen anew.
On Good Friday it was raised into the air,
And on it our Lord died for me and you!