One, twonOnennI don't wanna talk about JesusnJust wanna see his facenThe trees are swingingnLike hangin' mennAnd I just wanna see his facennAnd rapture, sweet rapturenWon't you lay your hands on menFor I am blindnnMary, take that silver daggernPut it to my throatnYou see that levy,nIt's a-bound to breaknPut the children in the boatnnAnd rapture, sweet rapturenWon't you lay your hands on mennAnd rapture, sweet rapturenWon't you lay your hands on me