Gethsemane

Now we went up to the garden

Beneath the olive tree

The bells were ringing

The rooster crows

The men were standing all around

Other men are laying on the ground

And I am standing by myself

I just let

Them

Sleep

Awhile

I just let

Them

Sleep

Awhile

You know you wake up one morning

Someone else

You're on your own

There is no miracle to take you home

And you cry to the god who leaves you there

To the branch and bird and the empty air

To the god of why can't we turn back around

You say I've

Been

Sing

Awhile

Let

Me

Sleep

Here

Don't make me beg

Me

When I call your name

Here

You turn your turn your turn

All I want is your hand

Let

Me

Sleep

Why are you sleeping

Oh my friends