Tune: Kingsfold
(\'I heard the voice of Jesus say\')
Adapted with permission from \'Alpine Melody\'
poem by Alan S. Jeeves
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Upon high, an Alpine pasture
Gleams golden with the sun
A herd of cattle grazing there
Enjoy the morning fun
Some chewing and too some mooing
And rolling in the grass
Some to-ing, fro-ing, and dancing
Close by the mountain pass
Higher up there the peaks are snowed
But here it\'s yellow bright
Sundrops showering on the land
Contrasting with the white
The greenness of the fertile fields
Providing bovine lunch
The goodness there in the grasslands
Sustains the happy bunch
And if you do move amongst them
About this time of day
Your eyes will see the band, full well
Your ears will her them play
These maestros they of the cowbell
\'Tis worn around the neck
Resounding in the gentle breeze
And swaying as they trek
They play their tune, so merrily
A melody to share
An echo sounds in the valley
Invades the yodeled air
So play away on the cowbell
For everyone to hear
Play them here and there, and too then
Do play them far and near