Said Judas to Mary now what will you do

With your ointment so rich and so rare?

I'll pour it all over the feet of the Lord

And I'll wipe it away with my hair, she said,

I'll wipe it away with my hair

O Mary o Mary, O think of the poor,

This ointment it could have been sold

And think of the blankets and think of the bread

You could buy with the silver and gold he said

You could buy with the silver and gold

Tomorrow tomorrow I'll think of the poor

Tomorrow she said not today

For dearer than all of the poor in the world

Is my love who is going away she said

My love who is going away

Said Jesus to Mary,

"Your love is so deep,

Today you may do as you will.

Tomorrow you say

I am going away,

But my body I leave with you still," He said,

"My body I leave with you still."

"The poor of the world

Are my body," He said

"To the end of the world they shall be.

The bread and the blankets

You give to the poor

You'll know you have given to me," He said,

"You'll know you have given to me."

"My body will hang

On the cross of the world,

Tomorrow," He said, "Not today.

And Martha and Mary

Will find me again

And wash all the sorrow away," He said,

"And wash all the sorrow away.