A house move has come between me and the blog - so rather late with this post.
But I had a good, if short, session in the church with the choir in which we wrote a first verse and a chorus and gathered lots of other material for a new song. Aren't village churches just so interesting - all unique and all with lots of stories to tell. I finished it off at home and next time we all met was to join with the infants at the school to share our songs - and a very good sing was had by all!
Brailsford All Saints Song
Embedded in trees the church stands proud,
The bells at 8.30 ring out on the wind,
Jackdaws aloft are flapping and squawking
Inviting the people to come in and sing
Refrain:
Let’s sing to our church, to God in our church,
Oh come to our church, come join us to sing!
Along past the yew tree, the old Saxon cross,
The tombs of the Yateses, the song of the thrush,
You’ll open the door to peace and to welcome
And the deep tenor bell will hurry you in.
The sun through the glass colours surplice and skin,
Terracotta and sand of the tiled chancel floor,
Scallop on capital, carving in wood,
Mark of the masons on local grey stone.
Stitched cushion and cassock, an ancient oak chest,
Stern ten commandments and pink marble tomb,
But a warming fresh coffee, a place for the kids
A kitchen, a welcome, a port in a storm.
We’ll sing you an anthem, we’ll sing you a hymn,
“The Lord Bless and Keep You”, our voices will rise,
Tomorrow finds silence in wood and in stone,
But today bring your voices and let the space ring.
Embedded in trees the church stands proud,
The bells at 8.30 ring out on the wind,
Jackdaws aloft are flapping and squawking
Inviting the people to come in and sing
Refrain:
Let’s sing to our church, to God in our church,
Oh come to our church, come join us to sing!
Along past the yew tree, the old Saxon cross,
The tombs of the Yateses, the song of the thrush,
You’ll open the door to peace and to welcome
And the deep tenor bell will hurry you in.
The sun through the glass colours surplice and skin,
Terracotta and sand of the tiled chancel floor,
Scallop on capital, carving in wood,
Mark of the masons on local grey stone.
Stitched cushion and cassock, an ancient oak chest,
Stern ten commandments and pink marble tomb,
But a warming fresh coffee, a place for the kids
A kitchen, a welcome, a port in a storm.
We’ll sing you an anthem, we’ll sing you a hymn,
“The Lord Bless and Keep You”, our voices will rise,
Tomorrow finds silence in wood and in stone,
But today bring your voices and let the space ring.
