Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gethsemane, artist - Richard Thompson. Date of issue: 16.11.2017
Song language: English
Gethsemane |
| Among the headstones you played as boys |
| Crypts and tombs like a roomful of toys |
| Just up the river from the smoke and the noise |
| Gethsemane |
| And there’s war-whoops and secret signs in the trees |
| Estuary smells coming up on the breeze |
| O perfect endless days like these |
| O Gethsemane |
| Sailboat on the Cadie, pushbike on the quay |
| In your eyes there’s fire, in your hand destiny |
| ‘O be something, be something fine!' |
| Just down the river, into the noise and the smoke |
| Being daring with the staring, uncaring folk |
| Who laugh with you, laugh at you, you’ll never get the joke |
| Gethsemane |
| And they broke your spirit there in the marines |
| Flushed your head down in the latrines |
| Frozen in your sacrement, derailed in your teens |
| Never saw the enemy |
| And those bosses betrayed, soon let you go |
| The fire in your eyes, how could they know |
| ‘O be something, be something fine!' |
| Now you’ve got your own boys, hell bent for leather |
| Dead before they’re 18, or bitter old men forever |
| They never saw the halo moon rise over the river |
| Of Gethsemane |
| Now there’s a pain in your head puts lead in your shoes |
| Better get it seen to, it’s going to be bad news |
| How did the perfect world get so confused |
| O Gethsemane |
| Who sucked out the freedom, days without end |
| Under the weight of it all you must bend |
| ‘O be something, be something fine!' |