[Bishop]
Come in sir for you are weary
And the night is cold out here
Though our lives are very humble
What we have, we have to share
There is wine here to revive you
There is bread to make you strong
There's a bed to rest 'till morning
Rest from pain and rest from wrong
[Spoken, Guard]
Get in there! Put down! Stay there!
Monseigneur, we have your silver
We caught this man right-handed
Get the nerve to say you gave him this
[Spoken, Bishop]
That is right
But my friend you left so early
Surely something slept your mind
You forgot I gave these also
Wouldn't leave the best behind?
[Spoken]
Messieurs, release him
This man has spoken true
I command you for your duty
Now God's blessings go with you
But remember this my brother
See in this some higher plan
You must use this precious silver
To become an honest man
By the witness of the martyrs
By the Passion and the Blood
God has raised you out of darkness
I have saved you soul for God!