Gethsemane

Now we went up to the garden

Beneath the olive tree

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 sleep awhile

I 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 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?