Well the hillside of Assisi
It's the gladdest part of town
And if you go up there
You'll meet a girl named Clare
And she wears Franciscan brown

Now Clare she met old Francis
And she became a holy nun
And she loves the saints
And loves those who ain't
Yeah she's loved by everyone

Oh it's Fran-, Fran-, ciscan brown
Faces smile and they rarely frown
Gladder than a day in spring!
Listen to the friars sing!

Now Francis was a rich kid
But he liked his raggy clothes
And he liked to wear a T-shaped cross
Under everybody's nose
He put a crèche scene out at Christmas
He tamed the wolf of Gubbio
Carries rosary beads for whenever he needs
To pray at home or on the go

Now it's Fran-, Fran-, ciscan brown
Faces smile and they rarely frown
Gladder than a day in spring!
Listen to the friars sing!