Lord, your face somehow’s changed today;
There’s a thorn deep inside your heart.
And your eyes sad as silent rain…
Tell us, Lord, what we do not know.

One of you will betray me soon.
You will know; I will pass him bread.
Now you know my heart’s pain and sorrow.
So it goes. You must hasten…

I recognise his face!
The flames have lit the dark.
Yes, you were there with him!
It’s him! I know it’s him!

You were there; I know he’s your master.
I’m sure that you are one of them (you must be one of them)!
And besides, you’re a Galilean.
Your accent says it all, that’s right!

You were with Jesus in that garden!
Yes, I remember, remember it clearly.
You drew your sword and hurt my cousin!
You cut his ear, you can’t deny it!

I recognise his face!
The flames have lit the dark.
Yes, you were there with him!
It’s him, I know it’s him!