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