Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly
They threw your wishes in the well
Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly
They put your wishes in the well
The still ghost of the Nazarene
With the full dress of disquiet sleep
Down another day where your winning, wishing beads
clatter louder than your need for evening
But won’t it be something to see,
when we ache no more
Won’t it be something to see.
When we ache no more
I am the open eye
in the hunter’s dream where he loses his wives
You know they’ll pay, they’ll pay any price
for a sure seat on the left or right
Oh but won’t it be something to see,
when we ache no more
and these stones that you’ve named and arranged to take you home
oh won’t that be something to see,
when we ache no more
Oh but won’t it be something to see,
when we ache no more
and all these stones, you’ve arranged to take you home
I want to be holding hands around that throne
Won’t it be something to see
when we ache no more