Tune: Noel Nouvelet
(\'Now the green blade riseth\')
Adapted and extended,with permission
from \'Bells\' poem by Fay Slimm
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Million bells waving bright bonnets of blue
Flaunting their tall ranks of incredible hue
Groundbreaking columns of stalks fill the shade
Assailing our senses from every dull glade
Mid dapple-dim woods we tread without a sound
Breathtaking armies of blue are all around
Sun shedding Spring over cold woodland dew
Highlighting patches of fine mystical blue
Sheer seas of colour are all billowing there
Dance to perfection in their Show of the Year*
Observantly on well-worn tracks we tread
Anticipating the joys that are ahead
Then our nature\'s ramble it comes to an end
Though we have explored where lanes and paths do wend
So happy memories of creation
Hopeful of fair weather, do it all again
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* The poem is extended from hereon,
with me having added these lines.