Lay Me Down Sweet Jesus

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