Lyrics

Seated in the doorway Jack's jolly ghost appeared Wearing a smoking jacket And a boutonnière He'd passed over on that morning in 1963 Wounded in the heart and head Like Camelot and Kennedy Oh, child ("Talitha Kum") I am Mob, the rioting mob With chains to bind the free And we cannot be forgiven Our pig-headed blasphemy We will dive into the waters We will drown beneath the sea These wingless swine too fat to fly And navigate eternity Oh, child ("Talitha Kum") (You are only sleeping; No, you are not dead) Rise, child ("Talitha Kum") (The days of slumber fleeting On your funereal bed) New arrivals, long departed Through a door now left unguarded This is a mystery Don't ask me, let it be Soon and very soon Oh, child ("Talitha Kum") Come touch the garment of The Word made flesh "There is virtue flowing out of me" It's too late to ask the Sons of Thunder (the roaring sons of Zebedee) Or the faithful, faithless fishermen Below the waves of Galilee The drowned swine floating past them Or Jack's ghost or Kennedy's Oh, child ("Talitha Kum") (You are only sleeping; No, you are not dead) Rise, child ("Talitha Kum") (The days of slumber fleeting On your funereal bed) New arrivals, long departed Through a door now left unguarded This is a mystery Don't ask me, let it be Soon and very soon Oh, child ("Talitha Kum") Rise, child ("Talitha Kum") Rise, child ("Talitha Kum") Talitha Kum... You are only sleeping No, you are not dead