Singing: All shall be well
And all manner of things shall be well.
She dazzled our ears like the birdsong at dawning.
And nothing shall be but what's meant to be.
Who are these birds who are dancing so sweetly?
Singing: All shall be well
And all manner of things shall be well.
And who is the archer who's prancing so meetly?
And nothing shall be but what's meant to be.
Grass is my carpet and stars are my ceiling.
Singing: All shall be well
And all manner of things shall be well.
And you are the seasons around my head wheeling.
And nothing shall be but what's meant to be.
Now is the moon and the sky and the dayspring.
Singing: All shall be well
And all manner of things shall be well.
The sowing and growing and autumnal harvesting.
And nothing shall be but what's meant to be.
At last as we lay down our heads at night sleeping.
Singing: All shall be well
And all manner of things shall be well.
Love is the power above our beds keeping.
And nothing shall be but what's meant to be.
Hello and goodbye, goodnight and good morning.
Singing: All shall be well
And all manner of things shall be well.
Hope is the faith in all our hearts borning.
And nothing shall be but what's meant to be.
24/05/08, 5.45pm, Bear Wood camp, Addington, Surrey
(My mobile died so I had to write it again from my fallible memory.)
The refrain, All shall be well etc, is from Revelations of Divine Love, or Showings, by Julian of Norwich (1342-ca.1416)
The prancing archer is Sagittarius, Rosebud's birthsign.
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I have changed the title of this poem back to its original. Euphoria, the title I gave the posting, suggests unreasonable happiness, rather than the hymn to the sun, breaking through the entrance to my tent, which was its inspiration.
Later, my mood changed.
I performed this in public for the first time at the Topic Folk Club in Bradford last night (June 5) as a sort of cante fable (I think that's the technical term), inserting between the verses the chorus of Long may the sun shine:
Long may the sun shine
Long may you be mine
Long may the child play
And love come to stay
Long may the world sing on a bright summer's day.
Forty or so years lie between the song and the poem, between the old love and the new, but just as I feel the two loves go well together, so, I think, do these two works.
An alternative could be to seque from one to the other, but as it was a one-song-at-a-time singaround, I couldn't do that.
I also finished the evening off with my Go well - stay well song, which went down well.
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