LYRICS:
FOR 10 LONG NIGHTS WE WERE WITHOUT OUR LORD
FOR 10 HOT DAYS WE SAT INSIDE, BORED
BUT NOW HE HATH CAME
SO DON'T LET HIM SMACK
INTO THE WINDOW PANE

'TIS PENTACOST!
'TIS PENTACOST!
COME HOLY SPIRIT, COME
'TIS PENTACOST!
'TIS PENTACOST!
DON OUR HEADS WITH FIERY TONGUE
AND SPREAD THE WORD. . .
THE GOOD WORD

I ROSE ON THE 10TH MORNING
PEERED OUT TO GREET THE DAWN
MY HEAD FELT ON FIRE
WHAT WAS GOING ON?
ON WINGS HE ARRIVES
LIKE THE CHRIST RODE AN ASS
DON'T LET HIM SMACK THE GLASS

'TIS PENTACOST 'TIS PENTACOST 'TIS PENTACOST TONIGHT
'TIS PENTACOST 'TIS PENTACOST 'TIS PENTACOST ALRIGHT

'TIS PENTACOST


'Tis Pentacost!!!  Some said it was just a myth.  Others remained hopeful that the rumor was true.  Once the largest holiday in the Catholic church, marking the start of yet another 50 days, these of feasting and leisure, Pentacost was a huge deal in the early Church until the Romans outlawed it's observation.  Of all the early church documents saved by the faithful in those troubling times, none was so protected as the sheet music of 'TIS PENTACOST.   At last the Vatican opens it's archives and releases the hymn that was previously thought lost.  Enjoy, Oh Ye Faithful, Celebrate the Good Word of Pentacost. 
LYRICS:
FOR 10 LONG NIGHTS WE WERE WITHOUT OUR LORD
FOR 10 HOT DAYS WE SAT INSIDE, BORED
BUT NOW HE HATH CAME
SO DON'T LET HIM SMACK
INTO THE WINDOW PANE

'TIS PENTACOST!
'TIS PENTACOST!
COME HOLY SPIRIT, COME
'TIS PENTACOST!
'TIS PENTACOST!
DON OUR HEADS WITH FIERY TONGUE
AND SPREAD THE WORD. . .
THE GOOD WORD

I ROSE ON THE 10TH MORNING
PEERED OUT TO GREET THE DAWN
MY HEAD FELT ON FIRE
WHAT WAS GOING ON?
ON WINGS HE ARRIVES
LIKE THE CHRIST RODE AN ASS'TIS PENTACOST!
DON'T LET HIM SMACK THE GLASS

'TIS PENTACOST!
'TIS PENTACOST!


VATICAN ARCHIVES