《Gethsemane， Again》歌词

[00:00:10] In gloucester cathedral on Saturday night

[00:00:15] I came to your flower show blown like a kite

[00:00:20] And I stood by the tombstones and gazed at the lights

[00:00:25] On the altar

[00:00:30] And the horsefaced old ladies and tw**dytoned men

[00:00:35] Of county society they came and they went

[00:00:39] With pamphlets and leaflets of christian events

[00:00:44] For the fall

[00:00:49] But ain't it all just like jesus

[00:00:55] Crying in the rain

[00:00:59] Ain't it all just gethsemane again

[00:01:10] Oh the halfacrown programmes on sale at the door

[00:01:14] Were clutched in the teeth of the rich and the poor

[00:01:18] As they swayed in an undertone consciencefree

[00:01:23] Forward together

[00:01:29] And the outstretching hands of the swains of the lord

[00:01:34] Sold the communing commuters the word

[00:01:39] With lps of mary and photos of god

[00:01:43] In the hall

[00:01:47] But ain't it all just like jesus

[00:01:54] Crying in the rain

[00:01:57] Ain't it all just gethsemane again

[00:02:07] Oh the flowers hushed the air as the columns advanced

[00:02:12] To the clinking of coins in a ritual dance

[00:02:17] On flagstones that ached for a chance of a chance

[00:02:22] Of escaping

[00:02:27] And the mystical statues looked down so depressed

[00:02:32] At the endless possessors becoming possessed

[00:02:36] And the costumed confessors who never confessed

[00:02:40] To the wall

[00:02:46] But ain't it all just like jesus

[00:02:52] Crying in the rain

[00:02:56] Ain't it all just gethsemane again

[00:03:06] Oh I saw a blue hairrinse I saw a black tooth

[00:03:11] I saw a false face in a telephone booth

[00:03:15] And the stark whitefaced roses that screamed out the truth

[00:03:20] Of their dying

[00:03:25] And a walrus's dreams and a carpenter's love

[00:03:30] Absorbed like a hand in a great rubber glove

[00:03:35] And flown like a flag over battlefields

[00:03:39] Factories and all

[00:03:44] Ain't it all just like jesus

[00:03:50] Crying in the rain

[00:03:54] Ain't it all just gethsemane again

[00:04:04] Oh I dodged the collection box choirboy and out

[00:04:09] To the streets where the wind shook my hair with a shout

[00:04:14] And the dustyfaced daisies were blowing about

[00:04:18] So freely

[00:04:23] And christ in the ruins was wandering again

[00:04:28] As he walked with the beggars and talked to the lame

[00:04:33] And danced with the children and sailors who came

[00:04:38] At his call

[00:04:42] But ain't it all just like jesus

[00:04:49] Crying in the rain

[00:04:52] Ain't it all just gethsemane again

[00:05:02] Ain't it all just like jesus

[00:05:08] Crying in the rain

[00:05:11] Ain't it all just nazareth again