  Who makes our cup to overflow? And who has the wedding blest? Said the groom to the chief of the feast, a stranger Is here as a wedding guest. Said the groom to the chief of the wedding feast, Moses by power divine Smote water at Meribah from the rock, But this man makes us wine. Said the groom to the chief of the wedding feast, Elisha by power divine Made oil for the widow to sell for bread, But this man, wedding wine. He changed the use of the jars, he said, From an outward rite and sign: Where water stood for the washing of feet, For heart's delight there's wine. So then 'tis he, said the chief of the feast, Who the wedding feast has blest? Said the groom to the chief of the feast, the stranger Is the merriest wedding guest. He laughs and jests with the wedding guests, He drinks with the happy bride. Said the chief of the wedding feast to the groom, Go bring him to my side. Jesus of Nazareth came up, And his body was fair and slim. Jesus of Nazareth came up, And his mother came with him. Jesus of Nazareth stands with the dancers And his mother by him stands. The bride kneels down to Jesus of Nazareth And kisses his rosy hands. The bridegroom kneels to Jesus of Nazareth And Jesus blesses the twain. I go a way, said Jesus of Nazareth, Of darkness, sorrow and pain. After the wedding feast is labor, Suffering, sickness, death, And so I make you wine for the wedding, Said Jesus of Nazareth. My heart is with you, said Jesus of Nazareth, As the grape is one with the vine. Your bliss is mine, said Jesus of Nazareth, And so I make you wine. Youth and love I bless, said Jesus, Song and the cup that cheers. The rosy hands of Jesus of Nazareth Are wet with the young bride's tears. Love one another, said Jesus of Nazareth, Ere cometh the evil of years. The rosy hands of Jesus of Nazareth Are wet with the bridegroom's tears. Jesus of Nazareth goes with his mother, The dancers are dancing again. There's a woman who pauses without to listen, 'Tis Mary Magdalen. Forth to the street a Scribe from the wedding Goes with a Sadducee. Said the Scribe, this shows how loose a fellow Can come out of Galilee! |
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