lay your head Brother, take my life and bread And buy yourself a better bed Take my breath and take my death Buy yourself a better rest beneath the bells of Gethsemani
Traduction: Joan Baez. Les Cloches de Gethsémani.
your head Brother, take my life and bread And buy yourself a better bed Take my breath and take my death Buy yourself a better rest beneath the bells of Gethsemani
[In the garden at Gethesmane] (Jesus) I only want to say If there is a way Take this cup away from me For I don't want to taste its poison Feel it
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Now we went up to the garden Beneath the olive tree The bells were ringing The rooster crows The men were standing all around Other men are laying on
I only want to say if there is a way Take this cup away from me For I don't want to taste its poison Feel it burn me, I have changed I'm not as sure as
chain enervates me. And the river tears me down, and the waves clash over me, I floating down, sad and slowly, home to my Gethsemane. Beside the life
little mirror on the wall forgive my sins as so many times before your calm convinced the world I know is beyond your reach your eyes too numb to see
I only want to say, If there is a way, Take this cup away from me For I don't want to taste its poison. Feel it burn me, I have changed. I'm not
Prepare ye the way of the Lord, For a duck may be somebody's mother, She lives on the edge of a swamp, Where the weather is always damp. You may think
went there to pray My friends there forsaken so lonely he feels To heaven he's crying in helpless up here But the golden day has broken in old Gethsemane
Toll no bell for me father But let this cup of suffering pass from me Send me no shepherd to heal my world But the Angel - the dream foretold Prayed
GETHSEMANE WRITERS B.L. SMITH, W.B. WALDROP Toll no bell for me Father But let this cup of suffering pass from me Send me no shepherd to heal my world