Beginning the Holy Week, in the wee hours of the day
and all day they run... run... run...
Some for fun and some to win,
They run... run... run...
Passing over one hurdle after another,
reaching milestones, they run... run... run...
Centuries apart, keeping up with a 100 year-old tradition
during the Holy Week,
They run... run... run...
Some are young, some are old,
Some are strong, some are weak,
and there are women too,
Yet they run... run... run...
Like Mary and her brothers in fellowship,
That stood before the open door,
To find the Holy One that showed us
The way to the heavens,
Beginning Easter they gather around in the wee hours
unburdening the past days,
Freeing themselves in resurrection of triumph and joy,
They run... run... run...
Some are young, some are old,
Some are strong, some are weak,
and there are women too.
Some for fun and some to win,
During Holy Week, like an Easter Bunny
They run... run... run...
