Gethsemane Lyrics - Richard Thompson

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!' 

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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!' 

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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!'