Mary, don't you cry,
Kiss me now so I can die,
Alabaster laughing sigh,
Sinner with holy eyes,
Wash my feet with her tears,
Choke and strangle sister fear,
Let down your pretty hair,
Touch the day anoint the year.
How long?
Not long; reap what you sow,
How long?
Not long; truth is marching on,
How long?
Not long; been to the mountain top,
How long?
Not long; Jesus calls me home.
You'll always have the poor,
I prepare a place for you,
My cup runs over,
Rod and staff will comfort you,
Kill the shepherd, the sheep will scatter across the barren land,
The hour has now come,
Wash the silver from your hand.
How long?
Not long; reap what you sow,
How long?
Not long; truth is marching on,
How long?
Not long; been to the mountain top,
How long?
Not long; Jesus calls me home.
Liverpool is dead, and the sounds that fill the air,
The president went to Dallas, and he never came out of there,
If Jesus Christ offends you, you wear X's in your eyes,
Bob Dylan never changed the world, and I don't believe he ever tried.
How long?
Not long; reap what you sow,
How long?
Not long; truth is marching on,
How long?
Not long; we been to the mountain top,
How long?
Not long; Jesus calls me home.
How long?
Not long,
How long?
Not long,
How long?
Not long; when Jesus calls me home.
