| It’s all there in the gospels, the Magdalene girl
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| Comes to pay her respects, but her mind is awhirl
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| When she finds the tomb empty, the stone had been rolled
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| Not a sign of a corpse in the dark and the cold
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| When she reaches the door, sees an unholy sight
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| There’s this solitary figure in a halo of light
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| He just carries on floating past Calvary Hill
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| In an almighty hurry, aye but she might catch him still
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| «Tell me where are you going Lord, and why in such haste?»
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| Now don’t hinder me woman, I’ve no time to waste!
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| For they’re launching a boat on the morrow at noon
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| And I have to be there before daybreak
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| Oh, I can not be missing, the lads will expect me
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| Why else would the good Lord himself resurrect me?
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| For nothing will stop me, I have to prevail
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| Through the teeth of this tempest, in the mouth of a gale
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| May the angels protect me if all else should fail
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| And the last ship sails
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| Oh, the roar of the chains and the cracking of timbers
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| The noise at the end of the world in your ears
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| As a mountain of steel makes its way to the sea
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| And the last ship sails
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| It’s a strange kind of beauty
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| It’s cold and austere
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| And whatever it was that you’ve done to be here
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| It’s the sum of your hopes, your despairs and your fears
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| And the last ship sails
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| Well the first to arrive saw these signs in the east
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| Like that strange moving finger at Balthazar’s Feast
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| Where they asked the advice of some wandering priest
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| And the sad ghosts of men whom they’d thought long deceased
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| And whatever got said, they’d be counted at least
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| And the last ship sails
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| Oh, the roar of the chains and the cracking of timbers
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| The noise at the end of the world in your ears
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| As a mountain of steel makes its way to the sea
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| And the last ship sails
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| And whatever you’d promised, whatever you’ve done
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| And whatever the station in life you’ve become
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| In the name of the Father, in the name of the Son
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| And whatever the weave of this life that you’ve spun
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| On the Earth or in Heaven or under the Sun
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| And the last ship sails |