Standing in the garden, tears are falling down Shadows in the morning, weeping on the ground Looking for a body, staring at the stone Mary in her darkness, feels so all alone [Chorus] Then a voice breaks through the grieving Soft as morning rain He says, "Woman, why are you weeping?" Gently lifting up her pain It sounds blunt to modern hearing But it holds the highest grace Like a "Ma'am" or "Noble Lady" In that holy, quiet place He used it for his mother, standing by the cross' He uses it for Mary, reaching through her loss It’s a title of great honor, a word of deep respect The Gardener of creation, making sure she is protected [Chorus] When his voice breaks through the grieving Soft as morning rain He says, "Woman, why are you weeping?" Gently lifting up her pain It sounds blunt to modern hearing But it holds the highest grace Like a "Ma'am" or "Noble Lady" In that holy, quiet place Gynai in the garden... A word of dignity Before he speaks her personal name And sets her spirit free "Woman, why do you weep?"
