PETER and James and John, The sad tale runneth on -- All slept and Thee forgot; One said he knew Thee not. Peter and James and John, The sad tale runneth on -- I am that one, the three; Thus have I done to Thee. Under a garden wall, I lay at evenfall; I waked. Thou calledst me; I had not watched with Thee. Peter and James and John, The sad tale runneth on -- By the priest's fagot hot, I said I knew Thee not. The little maid spake out: "With Him thou wentest about." "This Man I never met -- " I hear the cock crow yet. |