‘Twas Thou who gave to the dawn its hues and to the sunset magic;
’twas thou who composed the song and scent
of springtime in the hedgerow
Oh! save us from losing that magic
which this day meanders throughout the world.
T’was thou who composed a song for the stream and a murmur for the verdant wood;
’twas thou who gave melody to the breeze and to the lark its song.
Oh! save us from the dawning of a day
when our hearts are no longer driven to song.
‘Twas thou who heard the footsteps once
on the way to Calvary;
’twas thou who saw the shedding of blood
of the man on an unfamiliar quest.
Oh! save us from the dawning of an age
bereft of crown of thorns,and pain, and cross.
Might not be the best English poetry, because it is the translation from the Welsh. Bryn Terfel has a wonderful rendition. I am sorry I can’t find it for you. Don’t listen to the Steve Jones. It’s the wrong tune and he sings like like a has-been.
P.s. I did pretty good on the cleaning. I am at peace……oh no! The Flyers are losing, how did that happen??!!