Gethsemane Again

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In Gloucester Cathedral, on Saturday night
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I came to your flower show, blown like a kite
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And I stood by the tombstones, and gazed at the lights
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On the altar
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And the horse-faced old ladies and tweedy-toned men
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Of county society they came and they went
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With pamphlets and leaflets of Christian events
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For the fall

[Chorus]
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But ain't it all just like Jesus
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Crying in the rain?
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Ain't it all just Geth-semane, again?

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Oh the half-a-crown programmes on sale at the door
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Were clutched in the teeth of the rich and the poor
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As they swayed in an undertone conscience-free
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Forward together
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And the outstretching hands of the swains of the Lord
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Sold the communing commuters the word
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With LPs of Mary and photos of God
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In the hall

[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
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Oh the flowers hushed the air as the columns advanced
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To the clinking of coins in a ritual dance
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On flagstones that ached for a chance of a chance
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Of escaping
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And the mystical statues looked down so depressed
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At the endless possessors becoming possessed
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And the costumed confessors who never confessed
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To the wall

[Chorus]
[Verse 4]
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Oh I saw a blue hair-rinse, I saw a black tooth
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I saw a false face in a telephone booth
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And the stark white-faced roses that screamed out the truth
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Of their dying
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And a walrus's dreams and a carpenter's love
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Absorbed like a hand in a great rubber glove
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And flown like a flag over battlefields
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Factories and all

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[Verse 5]
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Oh I dodged the collection box choirboy and out
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To the streets where the wind shook my hair with a shout
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And the dusty-faced daisies were blowing about
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So freely
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And Christ in the ruins was wandering again
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As he walked with the beggars and talked to the lame
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And danced with the children and sailors who came
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At his call

[Chorus]
[Próxima Parte]
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Ain't it all just like Jesus
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Crying in the rain?
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Ain't it all just like Nazareth again?