The Rustic Frog
A Canterbury Tale
A Canterbury Tale - Dreadzone
There are more ways than one of getting close to your ancestors.
Follow the old road, and as you walk, think of them and of the old England.
You’re only seeing what their eye saw. Ford the same rivers.
The same birds are singing.
When you lie flat on your back and rest, and watch the clouds sailing, as I often do, you're so close to those other people, that you can hear the thrumming of the hoofs of their horses, and the sound of the wheels on the road, and their laughter and talk, and the music of the instruments they carried.
The red rose cries, She is near
And the white rose weeps, She is late
The larkspur listens, I hear
And the lily whispers, I wait
The red rose cries, She is near
And the white rose weeps, She is late
The larkspur listens, I hear
And the lily whispers, I wait
What I’d give to grow old in a place like this….
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dZwt6QdMie0
A Canterbury Tale
A Canterbury Tale - Dreadzone
There are more ways than one of getting close to your ancestors.
Follow the old road, and as you walk, think of them and of the old England.
You’re only seeing what their eye saw. Ford the same rivers.
The same birds are singing.
When you lie flat on your back and rest, and watch the clouds sailing, as I often do, you're so close to those other people, that you can hear the thrumming of the hoofs of their horses, and the sound of the wheels on the road, and their laughter and talk, and the music of the instruments they carried.
The red rose cries, She is near
And the white rose weeps, She is late
The larkspur listens, I hear
And the lily whispers, I wait
The red rose cries, She is near
And the white rose weeps, She is late
The larkspur listens, I hear
And the lily whispers, I wait
What I’d give to grow old in a place like this….
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dZwt6QdMie0