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In Gloucester Cathedral, on Saturday nightI came to your flower show blown like a kiteAnd I stood by the tombstones and gazed at the lightsOn the altarAnd the horse faced old ladies and tweedy toned menOf county society they came and they wentWith pamphlets and leaflets of Christian eventsFor the fallBut ain't it all just like Jesus, crying in the rain?Ain't it all just Gethsemane again?Oh the half a crown programmes on sale at the doorWere clutched in the teeth of the rich and the poorAs they swayed in an undertone, conscience freeForward togetherAnd the outstretching hands of the swains of the LordSold the communing commuters the wordWith LPs of Mary and photos of GodIn the hallBut ain't it all just like Jesus, crying in the rain?Ain't it all just Gethsemane again?All the flowers hushed the air as the columns advancedTo the clinking of coins in a ritual danceOn the flagstones that ached for a chance of a chanceOf escapingAnd the mystical statues looked down so depressedAt the endless possessors becoming possessedLetras de cancionesAnd the costumed confessors who never confessed To the wallBut ain't it all just like Jesus, crying in the rain?Ain't it all just Gethsemane again?Oh I saw a blue hair-rinse, I saw a black toothI saw a false face in a telephone boothAnd the stark faced white roses that screamed out the truthOf their dyingAnd a walrus's dreams and a carpenter's loveAbsorbed like a hand in a great rubber gloveAnd flown like a flag over battlefieldsFactories and allAin't it all just like Jesus, crying in the rain?Ain't it all just Gethsemane again?Well I dodged the collection box, choir boy and outTo the streets where the wind shook my hair with a shoutAnd the dusty faced daisies were blowing aboutSo freelyAnd Christ in the ruins was wandering againAs he walked with the beggers and talked to the lameAnd danced with the children and sailors who cameAt his callBut ain't it all just like Jesus, crying in the rain?Ain't it all just Gethsemane again?Ain't it all just like Jesus, crying in the rain?Ain't it all just like Nazareth again?... From Letras Mania