One, two
One


I don't wanna talk about Jesus
Just wanna see his face
The trees are swinging

Like hangin' men
And I just wanna see his face


And rapture, sweet rapture
Won't you lay your hands on me
For I am blind


Mary, take that silver dagger
Put it to my throat

You see that levy,
It's a-bound to break
Put the children in the boat


And rapture, sweet rapture
Won't you lay your hands on me


And rapture, sweet rapture
Won't you lay your hands on me