Summertime In England - Van Morrison
    Can you meet me in the country

    In the summertime in England
    Will you meet me?
    Will you meet me in the country
    In the summertime in England
    Will you meet me?
    We'll go riding up to Kendal in the country
    In the summertime in England.
    Did you ever hear about
    Did you ever hear about
    Did you ever hear about
    Wordsworth and Coleridge, baby?
    Did you ever hear about Wordsworth and Coleridge?
    They were smokin' up in Kendal
    By the lakeside
    Can you meet me in the country in the long grass
    In the summertime in England
    Will you meet me
    With your red robe dangling all around your body
    With your red robe dangling all around your body
    Will you meet me
    Did you ever hear about . . .
    William Blake
    T. S. Eliot
    In the summer
    In the countryside
    They were smokin'
    Summertime in England
    Won't you meet me down Bristol
    Meet me along by Bristol
    We'll go ridin' down
    Down by Avalon
    Down by Avalon
    Down by Avalon
    In the countryside in England
    With your red robe danglin' all around your body free
    Let your red robe go.
    Goin' ridin' down by Avalon
    Would you meet me in the country
    In the summertime in England
    Would you meet me?
    In the Church of St. John . . .
    Down by Avalon . . . .
    Holy Magnet
    Give you attraction
    Yea, I was attracted to you.
    Your coat was old, ragged and worn
    And you wore it down through the ages
    Ah, the sufferin' did show in your eyes as we spoke
    And the gospel music
    The voice of Mahalia Jackson came through the ether
    Oh my common one with the coat so old
    And the light in the head
    Said, daddy, don't stroke me
    Call me the common one.
    I said, oh, common one, my illuminated one.
    Oh my high in the art of sufferin' one.
    Take a walk with me
    Take a walk with me down by Avalon
    Oh, my common one with the coat so old
    And the light in her head.
    And the sufferin' so fine
    Take a walk with me down by Avalon
    And I will show you
    It ain't why, why, why
    It just is.
    Would you meet me in the country
    Can you meet me in the long grass
    In the country in the summertime
    Can you meet me in the long grass
    Wait a minute
    With your red robe . . .
    Danglin' all around your body.
    Yeats and Lady Gregory corresponded . . .
    And James Joyce wrote streams of consciousness books . . .
    T.S. Eliot chose England . . .
    T.S. Eliot joined the ministry . . .
    Did you ever hear about . . .
    Wordsworth and Coleridge?
    Smokin' up in Kendal
    They were smokin' by the lakeside . . .
    Let your red robe go . . .
    Let your red robe dangle in the countryside in England
    We'll go ridin' down by Avalon
    In the country
    In the summertime
    With you by my side
    Let your red robe go . . .
    You'll be happy dancin' . . .
    Let your red robe go . . .
    Won't you meet me down by Avalon
    In the summertime in England
    In the Church of St. John . . .
    Did you ever hear about Jesus walkin'
    Jesus walkin' down by Avalon?
    Can you feel the light in England?
    Can you feel the light in England?
    Oh, my common one with the light in her head
    And the coat so old
    And the sufferin' so fine
    Take a walk with me
    Oh, my common one,
    Oh, my illuminated one
    Down by Avalon . . .
    Oh, my common one . . .
    Oh, my storytime one
    Oh, my treasury in the sunset
    Take a walk with me
    And I will show you
    It ain't why . . .
    It just is . . .
    Oh, my common one
    With the light in the head
    And the coat so old
    Oh, my high in the art of sufferin' one . . .
    Oh, my common one
    Take a walk with me
    Down by Avalon
    And I will show you
    It ain't why . . .
    It just is.
    Oh, my common one with the light in her head
    And the coat so fine
    And the sufferin' so high . . .
    All right now.
    Oh, my common one . . .
    It ain't why . . .
    It just is . . .
    That's all
    That's all there is about it.
    It just is.
    Can you feel the light?
    I want to go to church and say.
    In your soul . . .
    Ain't it high?
    Oh, my common one
    Oh, my storytime one
    Oh, my high in the art of sufferin' one
    Put your head on my shoulder . . .
    And you listen to the silence.
    Can you feel the silence?
     
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