When I a-woke I made my bed
and I folded the linen that held my head
I moved the rock and lifted the sun
I said let it be and the night was done
All my garments they were gambled away
but I found some well-worn clothes to wear
I lingered and two women came
They saw me but did not know my name
They came to the cave expecting to weep
People speak of still ones as only asleep
They'd left behind what others hold dear
But all they'd gained had vanished in thin air
When I a-woke I made my bed
and I folded the linen that held my head
I moved the rock and lifted the sun
I said let it be and the night was done
People walk around in shock, confusion in their eyes
It turns everything around when its death itself that dies
But skeleton trees grow new green leaves
And there's honest folk who once were thieves
And the office of crime has empty chairs
And the forests abound with empty snares
And through the nights and day to day
A mother sings her infant's praise
When I a-woke I made my bed
and I folded the linen that held my head
I moved the rock and lifted the sun
I said let it be and the night was done
(the end)
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