A                        Bm       A
In Gloucester Cathedral, on Saturday night
               C#m          Bm           A
I came to your flower show, blown like a kite
      F#m          Bm              E7           A
And I stood by the tombstones, and gazed at the lights
       F#m      Bm F#m
On the altar
        D               A          E7           F#m
And the horse-faced old ladies and tweedy-toned men
   D           A       E7            F#m
Of county society they came and they went
     D             A           E7        F#m
With pamphlets and leaflets of Christian events
        E7
For the fall

[Chorus]
             A   E         D      Bm
But ain't it all just like Jesus
              E    E7
Crying in the rain?
         A   E         D    Bm   F#m    A A E D
Ain't it all just Geth-semane, again?

[Verse 2]
       A                          Bm          A
Oh the half-a-crown programmes on sale at the door
                     C#m          Bm           A
Were clutched in the teeth of the rich and the poor
       F#m           Bm        E7        A
As they swayed in an undertone conscience-free
      F#m         Bm  F#m
Forward together
        D             A            E7            F#m
And the outstretching hands of the swains of the Lord
D            A       E7         F#m
Sold the communing commuters the word
     D      A        E7        F#m
With LPs of Mary and photos of God
       E7
In the hall

[Chorus]
             A   E         D       Bm
But ain't it all just like Jesus
              E    E7
Crying in the rain?
         A   E         D    Bm   F#m   A A E D
Ain't it all just Geth-semane, again?

[Verse 3]
       A                             Bm            A
Oh the flowers hushed the air as the columns advanced
                   C#m        Bm         A
To the clinking of coins in a ritual dance
    F#m            Bm          E7          A
On flagstones that ached for a chance of a chance
    F#m         Bm  F#m
Of escaping
        D        A              E7          F#m
And the mystical statues looked down so depressed
D              A          E7         F#m
At the endless possessors becoming possessed
        D           A           E7        F#m
And the costumed confessors who never confessed
       E7
To the wall


[Chorus]
             A   E         D       Bm
But ain't it all just like Jesus
              E    E7
Crying in the rain?
         A   E         D    Bm   F#m    A A E D
Ain't it all just Geth-semane, again?

[Verse 4]
     A                        Bm          A
Oh I saw a blue hair-rinse, I saw a black tooth
              C#m       Bm        A
I saw a false face in a telephone booth
        F#m         Bm               E7               A
And the stark white-faced roses that screamed out the truth
         F#m      Bm  F#m
Of their dying
      D        A            E7          F#m
And a walrus's dreams and a carpenter's love
D               A         E7          F#m
Absorbed like a hand in a great rubber glove
    D            A         E7            F#m
And flown like a flag over battlefields
              E7
Factories and all


[Chorus]
             A   E         D       Bm
But ain't it all just like Jesus
              E    E7
Crying in the rain?
         A   E         D    Bm   F#m   A A E D
Ain't it all just Geth-semane, again?

[Verse 5]
     A                         Bm           A
Oh I dodged the collection box choirboy and out
                          C#m           Bm          A
To the streets where the wind shook my hair with a shout
        F#m          Bm          E7      A
And the dusty-faced daisies were blowing about
     F#m     Bm  F#m
So freely
    D             A         E7        F#m
And Christ in the ruins was wandering again
      D               A           E7           F#m
As he walked with the beggars and talked to the lame
    D               A            E7         F#m
And danced with the children and sailors who came
       E7
At his call


[Chorus]
             A   E         D       Bm
But ain't it all just like Jesus
              E    E7
Crying in the rain?
         A   E    D           Bm   F#m
Ain't it all just Geth-semane, again?

         A   E         D          Bm
Ain't it all just like Jesus
              E    E7
Crying in the rain?
         A   E         D   Bm  F#
Ain't it all just like Nazareth again?