Lyrics: Jason Robert Brown
Music: Jason Robert Brown
There is a fountain filled with blood
Drawn from Immanuel's veins
And sinners plunged beneath that flood
Lose all their guilty stains,
Lose all their guilty stains,
Lose all their guilty stains,
And sinners plunged beneath that flood
Lose all their guilty stains.
God forgive me what I think.
God forgive me what I wish right now.
Well, you must've known Mary pretty well.
Yessir, I did.
Then this must be a mighty hard day for you.
Did you ever hear her laugh?
When she laughed, you swore you'd never cry again.
Did you ever see her smile?
Her smile was like a glass of lemonade.
And she said funny things,
And she wore pretty dresses,
And she liked to see the pictures at the VFW Hall,
And she loved ridin' swings,
And she liked cotton candy,
But I think she liked the pictures best of all:
No, it don't make sense to me
That she won't be around.
No, it don't make sense to me
To put her in the cold and lonely ground.
And no, it don't make sense
The way the world can let you fall---
I swear if don't make sense to me at all.
Dear dying Lamb,
Thy precious blood
Shall never lose its pow'r:
She had two crooked teeth:
She had cuts on her fingers:
She worked next to me last summer:
Once a week we used to play:
And she knew how to read:
She would smile at the foreman:
And I can't believe they took my friend away:
No, it don't make sense to me
That she will not be there
When she laughed, you swore you'd never cry again
No, it don't make sense to me.
She loved when I tied ribbons in her hair:
And no, it don't make sense,
They way the sun can still burn down.
No, it don't make sense to me:
God forgive me what I think.
Tell me, son, you got any idea who it was?
God forgive me what I wish right now.
I don't know the coward's name.
I don't know the bastard's face.
But I swear right now to God:
He ain't never gonna get away with what he done to Mary!
Let him quiver in his boots!
Let him run until he bleeds!
I won't rest until I know
Hes's burning in the ragin' fires of Hell forevermore!
There is a fountain filled with blood
Drawn from Immanuel's veins:
God forgive me what I think.
And sinners plunged beneath that flood
Lose all their guilty stains.
God forgive me what I wish right now: