In the shops it's closing time
The tea has gone cold in my cup
When all the scheduled work is done
Leave the fields it's time to stop
All the old men on the streets
Talking softly on their seats
Change your soul just like a shirt
Wash yourself out of the dirt
All the kids went out to play
Oh, the supper is on plates
The animals have run enough
Now i feel what you wrote about (to me)
When all the spirits drift away
One more stub in my ashtray
Wash your love in the river
Or in some unknown women's face
All the kids went out to play
The sacred hours come to stay
"Only the Lamb, Faithful and true
Can lead to where all things are made new."