I don't wanna talk about Jesus Just wanna see his face The trees are swinging Like hangin' men And I just wanna see his face
And rapture, sweet rapture Won't you lay your hands on me For I am blind
Mary, take that silver dagger Put it to my throat You see that levy It's a-bound to break Put the children in the boat
And rapture, sweet rapture Won't you lay your hands on me
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