Holy Thursday in Madrid
You'll see men with faces hid
Men in tall black pointed hoods
Penitential brotherhoods.

And you'll see Los Costaleros
Struggling with the mighty Pasos
Images on weighty altars
Gold and silver painted thrones.

Through the crowded streets they're carried
Shoulders struggle with the weight
Images of Jesus, Mary
Sometimes all but feet are hid.

It can be a slow progression
You may have a lengthy wait
But like the Spanish stay up late
You'll see plenty of processions
Going on into the night.