| Pilate's Dream |
|---|
| I dreamed I met a Galilean |
| A most amazing Man |
| He had that look you very rarely find |
| The haunting hunted kind |
| I asked Him to say what had happened |
| How it all began, I asked again |
| He never said a word |
| As if He hadn’t heard |
| And next the room was full |
| Of wild and angry men |
| They seemed to hate this Man |
| They fell on Him and then they disappeared again |
| Then I saw thousands of millions |
| Crying for this Man |
| And then I heard them mentioning my name |
| And leaving me the blame |
