Oh Mary, Oh Mary, Oh Mary don't you weep

Oh Martha, oh Martha, Martha don't you moan

for though they persue you, they never will catch you

The horse and the rider are sinking like a stone



For Pharoah's army, hook line and sinker

are drowning in the sea

The torn temple veil, the invitation for you and for me

The ancient of days provides the grain for the harvest

'till we're bringing in the sheeves

look to the day, when he will wipe away all of our tears

Oh Mary, don't you weep



Oh Mary, dear mother, or Mary don't you weep

Oh Mary, dear Magdalene, Mary don't you moan

For though the grave holds Him, it never could keep Him

He's died, now He's rising, now ascending to His throne



The ancient of days provides the grain for the harvest

'till we're bringing in the sheeves

look to the day, when he will wipe away all of our tears

Oh Mary, don't you weep



Oh Mary, Oh Mary, Oh Mary don't you weep

Oh Martha, oh Martha, Martha don't you moan

for though they persue you, they never will catch you

The horse and the rider are sinking like a stone