The Last Song

After the supper was over
 And the table
 Had been cleared away
 When the last bottle
 Was empty
 There was nothing much
 Left to say
 Jesus started
 Humming an old tune
 Everybody fell right in
 They sang
 The last song
 The last song
 Matthew started
 Singing the low part
 John grabbed
 the high harmony
 Their voices filled up
 The night air
 All the way
 To Gethsemane
 Judas walked
 Some distance
 Behind them
 Like he had
 Forgotten the words
 They sang
 The last song
 Tthe last song
 Just before they got
 To the garden
 Just before
 They all fell asleep
 Just before Barabbas
 Was pardoned
 And Jesus
 Was nailed to a tree
 I reckon it
 Was some kind
 Of soul song
 Maybe kind
 Of sad and slow
 All about how
 We get weary
 All about holding on
 Only Jesus
 Knew what was coming
 Still he never
 Said a thing
 He sang
 The last song
 The last song
 He could have
 Made a toast
 To the good times
 And only the best
 For his friends
 He could have stayed up
 Late reminiscing
 About the long strange
 Trip it had been
 But he went
 Just like a lamb
 To the slaughter
 Knowing it
 Was part of the plan
 And sang
 The last song
 The last song