VOYAGES
Come into the circle
This zodiac
Round as the stable clock
And listen to the rhythms here
Across the lawns and through the woods
Of a park laid down over centuries
Like one great green cloak
Hiding a timeworn trail of paths
And trinkets of stone and bone.
Beneath the surface a pulse still beats
Echoes trapped in stone and leaf
Louder now the ancient song
You must go on and on and on –
Spiralling, turning, spiralling, turning,
Leaves, trees, stones and sticks.
A journey begins from this courtyard
A path through re-remembered lives
Follow as we sing up the past
Carolling stories of people
Who walked this way.
Our task to guide you
In the shadow of this stone-grey house
In the shadow of this stone-grey house.
Beneath the surface a pulse still beats
Echoes trapped in stone and leaf
Louder now the ancient song
You must go on and on and on –
Spiralling, turning, spiralling, turning,
Leaves, trees, stones and sticks.
Step through the circle –
Let’s have no unwilling groans –
We hope you’ll return to nineteen ninety one
Enriched by the stories we’ll tell and show.
Enough! The circle’s starting to turn back
To Kingston Lacy in nineteen hundred and five
The servants are about to start work.
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WHEN THE KING CAME TO TEA
The crowds waited expectantly
When King Edward VII came to tea
The servants lined up nervously
When King Edward VII came to tea.
Hooray! Hooray! Hip! Hip! Hooray!
Hooray! Hooray! Hooray!
There was ptarmigan, widgeon, sturgeon and teal,
Cold cuts of turkey, ham and veal
A luscious lobster from Studland Bay
Freshly caught for the Royal Day
When King Edward VII came to tea.
Hooray! Hooray! Hip! Hip! Hooray!
Hooray! Hooray! Hooray!
The stable clock was chiming three
When King Edward VII came to tea
All was pomp and ceremony
When King Edward VII came to tea.
Hooray! Hooray! Hip! Hip! Hooray!
Hooray! Hooray! Hooray!
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ALICE MAUD BAKER’S SONG
I know I’m only a servant girl
And I’m not ashamed to say
I belong to the ranks of those that toil
For a living day by day.
With willing feet I press along
In the path that I must tread
Proud that I have the strength and skill
To earn my daily bread.
I belong to the lower class.
That’s the phrase we often meet
And there’s some who sneer at a servant girl
As they pass her in the street.
They star at her in proud disdain
And their lips in scorn will curl,
And sometimes we can hear them say
“She’s only a servant girl.”
Only a servant girl, thank God,
With willing hands and heart,
I am able to earn my daily bread
And in life’s battle take part.
You could offer me no title
I would be more proud to own
And I stand as high in the sight of God
As the Queen upon her throne.
Ye gentle folk who pride yourselves
Upon your wealth and birth
And look with scorn on those who have
Nought else but honest worth,
Your gentle birth we laugh to scorn,
For we hold it as our creed
That none are gentle save the one
That does a gentle deed.
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LISTEN
Listen, Listen, Listen, Listen
Listen to the stories,
The stories in the stone,
Listen to the stories,
The stories in the stone,
Look for the thumb print of a Celtic King,
Look, look for the wisdom of a hollow ring.
OR:
Listen, Listen, Listen, Listen
Listen to the voices,
The voices in the trees,
Listen to the voices,
The voices in the trees.
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SONG OF NAMES
Viola, Veneti, Alice, Alicia
Over and over, over and over
Sound echoing louder
Day after day
A lineage of names
From these descend
Alice, Alicia, Viola, Veneti.
Viola, Veneti, Alice, Alicia
Over and over, over and over
Sound echoing louder
Yesterday, today, tomorrow and tomorrow
A lineage of names
From these descend
Alice, Alicia, Viola, Veneti.
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SONG OF STONE / PRECIOUS STONE
Precious stone
Precious stone
Helping, healing
Helping, healing
Soothing stone.
Crush the roots,
Mix the herbs,
Make her well
Tonight.
Precious stone
Precious stone
Helping, healing
Helping, healing
Soothing stone.
Rock of old
Use your powers
Make her well
Tonight.
Precious stone
Precious stone
Helping, healing
Helping, healing
Soothing stone.
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