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Gethsemane Again

Al Stewart

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[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
In Gloucester Cathedral on Saturday night
I came to your flower show blown like a kite
And I stood by the tombstones and gazed at the lights
On the altar       
And the horse-faced old ladies and tweedy-toned men
Of county society they came and they went
With pamphlets and leaflets of Christian events
For the fall
[Chorus]
But ain't it all just like Jesus  
Crying in the rain?
Ain't it all just Geth-semane again?         
[Verse 2]
Oh the half-a-crown programmes on sale at the door
Were clutched in the teeth of the rich and the poor
As they swayed in an undertone conscience-free
Forward together      
And the outstretching hands of the swains of the Lord
Sold the communing commuters the word
With LPs of Mary and photos of God
In the hall
[Chorus]
But ain't it all just like Jesus   
Crying in the rain?
Ain't it all just Geth-semane again?        
[Verse 3]
Oh the flowers hushed the air as the columns advanced
To the clinking of coins in a ritual dance
On flagstones that ached for a chance of a chance
Of escaping         
And the mystical statues looked down so depressed
At the endless possessors becoming possessed
And the costumed confessors who never confessed
To the wall
[Chorus]
But ain't it all just like Jesus   
Crying in the rain?
Ain't it all just Geth-semane again?         
[Verse 4]
Oh I saw a blue hair-rinse I saw a black tooth
I saw a false face in a telephone booth
And the stark white-faced roses that screamed out the truth
Of their dying        
And a walrus's dreams and a carpenter's love
Absorbed like a hand in a great rubber glove
And flown like a flag over battlefields  
Factories and all
[Chorus]
But ain't it all just like Jesus   
Crying in the rain?
Ain't it all just Geth-semane again?        
[Verse 5]
Oh I dodged the collection box choirboy and out
To the streets where the wind shook my hair with a shout
And the dusty-faced daisies were blowing about
So freely        
And Christ in the ruins was wandering again
As he walked with the beggars and talked to the lame
And danced with the children and sailors who came
At his call
[Chorus]
But ain't it all just like Jesus   
Crying in the rain?
Ain't it all just Geth-semane again?
Ain't it all just like Jesus      
Crying in the rain?
Ain't it all just like Nazareth again?

Gethsemane Again

Al Stewart