Lyrics

I watch him as he lifts the whites and separates the bright colors
Avoid the bleed, avoid the bleed, he chants with conviction

His Christ bled, yet heaven forbid this cotton dyed so vibrant
Should shed its soul, should shed its soul, upon that pure angelic white

CHORUS:
Who does the Pope's laundry, day in and day out
Is he touched by the hand of God
As he touches the cloth that touched the skin
Of God's tangible man

BRIDGE:
He wants to be blessed, gently washed clean
Like these simple woven threads
To walk with God where angels tread

CHORUS

Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah

I see the look of wonderous hope upon his face as he grasps
Each and every garment that was held close to holiness

BRIDGE

CHORUS