One, two
One

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