R
Robert Harrison
Guest
In Joyous Song All Nature Sang
The Blue Bells rang in joyous chime
Daffodils joined in trumped tune.
The forests heralded the changing clime
And creatures eyed the dipping moon.
Then all became alive that glorious morn
When the little one's came to play,
Along secret paths in the new days dawn
Laughing to the music heralding the day.
And the trees did sway to the tuneful sound,
The brook in playful flowing abandon.
Did ripple and tumble the leaves it had found,
Over stones and tall rushes at random.
The clouds did plough across the sea of sky,
Ships of the heavens slowly sailing.
To destinations helped by the breezes soft sigh
The master at their helm ne'r failing.
Two turtledoves did coo on oak tree branch,
Foretelling a day of fine weather.
And Midges hovering together in merry dance,
Grouse building nests in the heather.
The local farm boy singing his merry lay
As through the wood he goes.
On one shoulder bread and cheese for the day,
The other he carries his hoes.
A merry time, a happy time a tuneful time for all,
As every creature in the wood.
Came together in circles stood
Then danced to the magic of summers first call.
And the blue bells chimed,
And the daffodils did blow
The purest of notes that rhymed
With the crickets chirruping
From the grasses below,
While a little one was singing in kind.
The Blue Bells rang in joyous chime
Daffodils joined in trumped tune.
The forests heralded the changing clime
And creatures eyed the dipping moon.
Then all became alive that glorious morn
When the little one's came to play,
Along secret paths in the new days dawn
Laughing to the music heralding the day.
And the trees did sway to the tuneful sound,
The brook in playful flowing abandon.
Did ripple and tumble the leaves it had found,
Over stones and tall rushes at random.
The clouds did plough across the sea of sky,
Ships of the heavens slowly sailing.
To destinations helped by the breezes soft sigh
The master at their helm ne'r failing.
Two turtledoves did coo on oak tree branch,
Foretelling a day of fine weather.
And Midges hovering together in merry dance,
Grouse building nests in the heather.
The local farm boy singing his merry lay
As through the wood he goes.
On one shoulder bread and cheese for the day,
The other he carries his hoes.
A merry time, a happy time a tuneful time for all,
As every creature in the wood.
Came together in circles stood
Then danced to the magic of summers first call.
And the blue bells chimed,
And the daffodils did blow
The purest of notes that rhymed
With the crickets chirruping
From the grasses below,
While a little one was singing in kind.
