Son of a Widow

I'll ring Your doorbell

Until You let me in...

And I can no longer tell

Where "You" end and "I" begin.

Grape on the vine, grape on the vine,

We've been alone a long time.

Grape on the vine... why not be crushed to make wine?

Pay no attention to me

Dancing with my girl...

With every intention to be failures in this world.

Grape on the vine, grape on the vine,

We've been alone a long time.

Grape on the vine... why not be crushed to make wine?

Six of my closest friends

Will dig up the ground...

All my accomplishments

Gently lowered down.

Grape on the vine, grape on the vine,

We've been alone a long time.

Grape on the vine... all is the same to the souls of those so much resigned.

Grape on the vine, grape on the vine,

We've been alone a long time.

Grape on the vine, grape on the vine...

The Son of the widow

You raised from the dead...

Where did His soul go

When He died again?