As summer yields her hidden fruit And autumn cedes her golden charm To winter days and frosty nights; As long hours of aestivation Through equal days of light and dark To long shades of hibernation Do resign; to escrivation My pen does now with will embarque To inscribe for you a meet word To which with good will all shall hark: For in august tones on a summer day The new year’s ingression shall not inveigh, But rather for your health and good essay.
Almond Blossom, Van Gogh Museum, Amsterdam (Vincent van Gogh Foundation)
Now, Zacchaeus was a very little man, and a very little man was he. He climbed up into a sycamore tree, for the Saviour he wanted to see.
And when the Saviour passed that way, he looked up in the tree, and said: Now Zacchaeus, you come down, for I’m coming to your house for tea.
I am coming to your house for tea. Yes, I am coming. I am coming to your house today for tea.
Now Zacchaeus went a very little way and a very little way went he; and when he welcomed Jesus in, some changes we would see. ‘I’ll split my goods in half’, he said; ‘Give one half to the poor; I will pay back what I’ve cheated you and times it all by four!”
Jesus said to him, today salvation has come to your house For the Son of man Has come to seek and save the lost
Now, Zacchaeus was a very little man, and a very little man was he. but Jesus who was sent to us came to die on the Roman tree He came to look for those who were lost to find and save them all; and what he did for Zacchaeus he can do for you and me
For God so loved the world He gave his Son to come and save us, So believe in him; receive eternal life
You may have sung Zacchaeus to this tune once or twice before, but if not…
Whilst Saturn sings above the tree Jupiter jives in mystery And Mars meanders in the sky. The crooked Moon hangs upon the cloud Which Venus feigns to not come nigh Where Mercury rests within her shroud.
The day has arrived*; the dragons are unleashed. How excited are you? Two bank holidays and a weekend, and still it is May the twenty second for some. It is time to reveal the finale, having come across Lambton Worm, a tale about a young squire who went fishing on a Sunday morn when he should not have done with terrible consequences for the people who lived on both sides of the Wear, Coco thought Coco would paraphrase some of it with another dragon tale about a different young squire (young ‘un) in a not so proper dialect sung in an awful Geordie accent.
Coco came across the Lambton Worm recently, in proper dialect sung in a wonnerful Geordie accent. It is a tale about a young squire who went fishing on a Sunday morning when he should not have done with terrible consequences for the people who lived on both sides of the Wear.
Come all you virulent strains Of singers to unite. Vibrant songs bring hymns of praise In joyful aires tonight. Delightful is the day Perhaps we may reflect And ponder in a way Regarding time elapsed, ‘Til at the end we do repair Soon to rejoice – another year.