Gethsemane کے بول

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