Hold up the sun
Oh, lord hold up the sun
Shine it on me
Glory, shine it on me [bad word] the sun
Oh God [bad word] the sun
Climbing on me
Dear Lord climbing on me

Stabat mater dolorosa,
Justa [bad word] lacrimosa
Dum pendebit filius.

O quam tristis et afflicta,
Fuit illa benedicta
Mater unigenti.

The curves of the earth
I carve them for you
And in the night I drew
knife of sickness & grief

Stabat mater dolorosa,
Justa [bad word] lacrimosa
Dum pendebit filius.

O quam tristis et afflicta,
Fuit illa benedicta
Mater unigenti.

There was a wound here
I see its scars
The shade upon your face
Of lilies bent with tears