Talitha Kum
Words and Music by Terry Scott Taylor
©2018 Shape of Air Music
Seated in the doorway
Jack's jolly ghost appeared
Wearing a smoking jacket
And a boutonni re
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 fisherman
Below the waves of Galilee,
The drowned swine floating past him,
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
Rise, Child
Talitha Kum...
You are only sleeping
No, you are not dead
