Some think it's a story
some think it's a lie
some probably wonder
some don't know why
What possiblity could there be
of blood flowing down from a tree
at first a trickle, and then a stream, and then a river
and now a sea!
Where did it come from? What could it mean?
Like a fountain that's flowin' free
all over you - all over me and now I'm startin to see
a world covered in blood
Why did we kill the man of peace?
Now his death falls at our feet
our hands are stained, we cop a plea
we justify our every deed
but still it flows unrestrained
like a flood in the pouring rain
all over you, all over me and now I'm startin to see...
Though we're guilty we can't escape
forgiving power in this lake
We stand condemned but then we're cleansed
this blood has power to make amends
But still it flows unrestrained
like a wave in a hurricane
all over you, all over me and now I'm startin' to see....