<i>One, two</i>
<i>One</i>
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
And rapture, sweet rapture
Won't you lay your hands on me