Oh, lay me down, sweet Jesus
by the trembling skylines
by the fox's vineyard
by the snowman's eyes
Oh, lay me down by the black boys
lay me down by the blue boys
and lay me down in the sweetness of my father's arms
Oh, lay me down, sweet Jesus
by the fever of your cold feet
where the soil goes hungry
where the pretty worms hide
Oh, lay me down by the highways
by the messianic roadmaps
and lay me down in the sweetness of my father's arms
Oh, lay me down, sweet Jesus
by the muddy river Jordan
by the teeth of pianos
by the punk rock bands
Oh, lay me down by the coffins of the paperboy's parents
and lay me down in the sweetness of my father's arms
Oh, lay me down, sweet Jesus
in the holy war zones
by Jerusalem's cancer
by my baby's blood
Oh, lay me down in the pastures,
where your crosses gathers
and lay me down in the sweetness
of my father's arms
lay me down in the sweetness
of my father's arms