Oh Mary, Oh Mary, Oh Mary don't you weep  Oh Martha, oh Martha, Martha don't you moan  For though they persue you, they never will catch you  The horse and the rider are sinking like a stone    For Pharoah's army, hook line and sinker  Are drowning in the sea  The torn temple veil, the invitation for you and for me  The ancient of days provides the grain for the harvest  'till we're bringing in the sheeves  Look to the day, when he will wipe away all of our tears  Oh Mary, don't you weep    Oh Mary, dear mother, or Mary don't you weep  Oh Mary, dear Magdalene, Mary don't you moan  For though the grave holds Him, it never could keep Him  He's died, now He's rising, now ascending to His throne     The ancient of days provides the grain for the harvest  'till we're bringing in the sheeves  Look to the day, when he will wipe away all of our tears  Oh Mary, don't you weep    Oh Mary, Oh Mary, Oh Mary don't you weep  Oh Martha, oh Martha, Martha don't you moan  For though they persue you, they never will catch you  The horse and the rider are sinking like a stone