Old John the baptist, old John divine

Leather harness round his line

His meat was locust and honey

Wild honey lord, wild honey



John saw that number

Way in the middle of the air

Cryin' holy, holy to the Lord



Old John the baptist, old John divine

Frogs and snakes are gonna get John this time

God told the angel "go see about John"

So he flew from the pit with the moon round his waist

Gathered wind in his fists so the stars round his wrists

Cryin' holy, holy to the lord



Read the revelations, you'll find him there

Third chapter, fourth verse where he said unto me

"There's a beast that rose out of the sea"

Ten crowns, ten crowns

On his horns write "blasphemy"

John couldn't read it (John couldn't read it)

Get on repeat it

John couldn't read it

Holy, holy to the Lord



There was a man, a pharisee

Who came by night to meet him

Said "I know thy teacher came from God cause no man can do such miracles

Without the lord to entreat him"

God told the angel "go see about John"

So he flew from the pit with the moon round his waist

Gathered wind in his fists and the stars round his wrists

Cryin' holy, holy to the Lord

Holy, holy to the Lord

Holy, holy to the Lord...