Think! while you still have me
Everything's alright, yes, everything's fine
And it's cool and the ointment's sweet
Matter more than your feet and hair
To save the poor from their lot?
Close your eyes, close your eyes and relax, think of nothing tonight
Sleep and I shall soothe you, calm you and annoint you
Close your eyes, close your eyes and relax, think of nothing tonight
You'll be so so sorry
When I'm gone
Let the world turn without you tonight
Woman your fine ointment -- brand new and expensive
Don't you know everything's alright yes everything's fine
Myrrh for your hot forehead oh
And it's cool and the ointment's sweet
Look at the good things you've got
Surely you're not saying we have the resources
Three hundred silver pieces or more
Why has it been wasted -- we could have raised maybe
You'll be lost
For the fire in your head and feet
Don't you know everything's alright yes everything's fine
Sleep and I shall soothe you, calm you and annoint you
For the fire in your head and feet
If we try we'll get by so forget about all us tonight
Could have been saved for the poor
Myrrh for your hot forehead oh
Everything's alright, yes, everything's fine
People who are hungry, people who are starving
There will be poor always, pathetically struggling
Move! while you still see me
