Gethsemane

Now we went up to the garden

We see olive trees

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 to sleep awhile

Just let them sleep awhile



You know you wake up one morning

And you're 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 the bird and the empty air

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



You say I've been true, oh I

Let me sleep here, let me sleep here

Let me sleep here, let me sleep here

Let me sleep