One, two One I don't wanna talk about Jesus Just wanna see his face The trees are swinging Like hangin' men And I just wanna see his face And rapture, sweet rapture Won't you lay your hands on me For I am blind Mary, take that silver dagger Put it to my throat You see that levy, It's a-bound to break Put the children in the boat And rapture, sweet rapture Won't you lay your hands on me And rapture, sweet rapture Won't you lay your hands on me