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. -Sydney Carter