歌词
I.
Oh, Mary why have you come?
Come drop your oils and run –
you'll find no one, find no one.
II.
Oh, Thomas can't you see?
Where bone and sinew meet,
you'll find a hole (find a whole).
III.
Oh, Saul look down at your hands,
all red and dripping in the sand –
it's the wrong blood, the wrong blood.
Come find the blood, of the son.