Al Stewart – Gethsemane Again (Guitar)

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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

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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

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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 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

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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 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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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 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

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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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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?