We're all still here, no one has gone away   Waiting, acting much too well and procrastinating      The cross of the earth, the four winds point them   Body to body sees to anoint them   The reed, they brought him sponge and vinegar   The fiery serpents spitting gold and cinnamon   The moon was bleeding and stars were shallow   And the sword that killed him was a sword of willow      Hello I must be going well I only came to say   I hear my mother calling and I must be on my way   Oh I remember it all from before      The winter and the midnight could not hold him   The fire could not burn him nor earth enfold him   Rise up Lazarus, sweet and salty   Brother soldiers, stop your gambling and talk to me   The thieves were stealers but reason condemned him   And the grave was empty where they had laid him      Hello I must be going well I only came to say   I hear my mother calling and I must be on my way   Oh I remember it all from before      Why heroes die at sunrise? Why the birds are arrows of the wise?   Why each perfumed flower? Why each moment has its hour?   It's you, it's all true      Stranger than that we're alive, stranger than that, stranger than that   Stranger than that we're alive   Whatever you think, it's more than that, more than that   Happy man, happy man doing the best he can, doing the best he can   Happy man, happy man doing the best he can, doing the best he can   Oh happy man      Keep on walking where the angels showed   All will be one, all will be one   Traveling where the saints have trod   Over to the old golden land   The golden angel wrote my name   Over in the old golden land      I won't need to kiss you when we're there   All will be one, all will be one   I won't need to miss you when we're there   Over in the old golden land   The golden angel wrote my name   Over in the old golden land      We'll understand it better in the sweet bye and bye   All will be one, all will be one   You won't need to worry and you won't have to cry   Over in the old golden land   The golden angel wrote my name   Over in the old golden land