A GOLDEN STRING


As I walked o’er the Rainbow Bridge
One early monday morning
A band of gypsies played for me

And sang a fare-well tune:

"We give you the end of a Golden String
You may wind it into a Ball
It’ll lead you in at Heaven’s Gate
Build in Jerusalem’s wall"

How sweet I roamed from field to field,
And tasted all the summer's pride,
And I the queen of love beheld,
Who in the sunny beams did glide!

I wrote a book on leaves of flowers,
They grow on thoughts of love,
And now and then I take
A cup of sparkling dreams

When I am tipsy, I’ll sing to you
to this guitar, and show you all alive
The World, when particles of dust
Breathes forth their joy.

Once I was meek, and on a perilious path,
I kept my course in the valley of death
Thorns grow where roses bloom

Honeybees sing on the heath

Ref:
In springtime learn, in harvest teach
Enjoy your wintertime

 

Concepts: William Blake

Inspired by the ballad ”Langebro” (Gasolin 1971)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EHFeBzRuf-w

Hefty version by Spids Nøgenhat:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R65dAKMOtvk

Note: This is indeed "a work in progress" - but I'll give it a try another evening.