from THE SERMON ON EXPOSITION BOULEVARD
Gethsemane
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Rickie Lee Jones
Now we went up to the garden
Beneath the olive tree
The bells were ringing
The rooster crowsThe men were standing all around
Other men are laying on the ground
And I am standing by myselfI just let them sleep awhile
I just let them sleep awhileYou know you wake up one morning
And you're someone else
You're on your own
There is no miracle to take you homeAnd 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 aroundYou say I've been true to you / Let me sing awhile
Let me sleep here
Don't make me beg
Let me sleep
When I call your name
Here
You turn, your turn, your turn away
Let me sleep here
All I want is your hand
Let me sleep
I've been true, I've been true
All I want is your hand
Why are you sleeping, oh my friends?
