A Bm A In Gloucester Cathedral, on Saturday night C#m Bm A I came to your flower show, blown like a kite F#m Bm E7 A And I stood by the tombstones, and gazed at the lights F#m Bm F#m On the altar D A E7 F#m And the horse-faced old ladies and tweedy-toned men D A E7 F#m Of county society they came and they went D A E7 F#m With pamphlets and leaflets of Christian events E7 For the fall [Chorus] A E D Bm But ain't it all just like Jesus E E7 Crying in the rain? A E D Bm F#m A A E D Ain't it all just Geth-semane, again? [Verse 2] A Bm A Oh the half-a-crown programmes on sale at the door C#m Bm A Were clutched in the teeth of the rich and the poor F#m Bm E7 A As they swayed in an undertone conscience-free F#m Bm F#m Forward together D A E7 F#m And the outstretching hands of the swains of the Lord D A E7 F#m Sold the communing commuters the word D A E7 F#m With LPs of Mary and photos of God E7 In the hall [Chorus] A E D Bm But ain't it all just like Jesus E E7 Crying in the rain? A E D Bm F#m A A E D Ain't it all just Geth-semane, again? [Verse 3] A Bm A Oh the flowers hushed the air as the columns advanced C#m Bm A To the clinking of coins in a ritual dance F#m Bm E7 A On flagstones that ached for a chance of a chance F#m Bm F#m Of escaping D A E7 F#m And the mystical statues looked down so depressed D A E7 F#m At the endless possessors becoming possessed D A E7 F#m And the costumed confessors who never confessed E7 To the wall [Chorus] A E D Bm But ain't it all just like Jesus E E7 Crying in the rain? A E D Bm F#m A A E D Ain't it all just Geth-semane, again? [Verse 4] A Bm A Oh I saw a blue hair-rinse, I saw a black tooth C#m Bm A I saw a false face in a telephone booth F#m Bm E7 A And the stark white-faced roses that screamed out the truth F#m Bm F#m Of their dying D A E7 F#m And a walrus's dreams and a carpenter's love D A E7 F#m Absorbed like a hand in a great rubber glove D A E7 F#m And flown like a flag over battlefields E7 Factories and all [Chorus] A E D Bm But ain't it all just like Jesus E E7 Crying in the rain? A E D Bm F#m A A E D Ain't it all just Geth-semane, again? [Verse 5] A Bm A Oh I dodged the collection box choirboy and out C#m Bm A To the streets where the wind shook my hair with a shout F#m Bm E7 A And the dusty-faced daisies were blowing about F#m Bm F#m So freely D A E7 F#m And Christ in the ruins was wandering again D A E7 F#m As he walked with the beggars and talked to the lame D A E7 F#m And danced with the children and sailors who came E7 At his call [Chorus] A E D Bm But ain't it all just like Jesus E E7 Crying in the rain? A E D Bm F#m Ain't it all just Geth-semane, again? A E D Bm Ain't it all just like Jesus E E7 Crying in the rain? A E D Bm F# Ain't it all just like Nazareth again?
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