I woke in a place that was dark br The air was spicy and still br I was bandaged from head to foot br The morning that death was killed. br br I rose from a mattress of stone br I folded my clothes on the sill br I heard the door rolling open br The morning that death was killed. br br I walked alone in the garden br The birds in the branches trilled br It felt like a new beginning br The morning that death was killed. br br Mary, she came there to find me br Peter with wonder was filled br And John came running and jumping br The morning that death was killed. br br My friends were lost in amazement br My father, I knew, was thrilled br Things were never the same again br After the morning that death was killed.