Lyrics:

I count the hours: you count the days.Together, we count the minutes in this Passion Play.Walk dusty miles. And I ride that trainon a first class ticket, just to be with you again.Picking up tired feet. Back from a far horizon.Cleaned up and brushed down. Dressed to look the part.Fresh from God's garden, I bring a gift of roses:To stand in sweet spring water and press them to your heart.Like the Kipling cat, I walk alone -Never inviting trouble, never casting the stone.But this badge of honour is of tarnished tin.Lightyour guiding beacon to bring this fisher in.