גת שמנים

In the garden of Gethsemane
hiding ‘neath the Olive tree.
I waited there for you,
I waited there to see.

See my crucifixion’s imminent
whilst yours is in the past,
a space no one can fill
in a part no one is cast.

On a hillside in Judea,
at the bottom of the mount.
In the garden of Gethsemane
my truth did find you out.

But the sentiment was mutual,
for never did you show.
I’ll never waste my time again
waiting for my faith to grow.

In the garden of Gethsemane
beside the Olive tree.
I waited there for days
so why did you forsake me?