Summertime in England

Vaya, me he acordado de que me había ido sin despedirme. Aquí estoy, tomando el aire, y algunas duchas de agua de nube. Volvemos en septiembre. Que sean felices.

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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6 comentarios to “Summertime in England”

  1. Rathgar Says:

    Feliz verano y disfruta del/los concierto/s de Wembley! (no sé si vas a uno o más)

    Esperamos crónica en EastLink!

    David

  2. tacitus Says:

    Gracias amigo Rathgar, con th 😉

    Voy a Londres 2 … espero tener la suerte de los segundos días.

    Y habrá crónica, vaya que sí

    Un abrazo

  3. Jose Bela Says:

    Uffffff. La mejor canción de Van. Una de las “elegidas” junto a Take me back, Listen to the lion, Ancient highway, Madame George…

  4. Alice Silver Says:

    Pues nada, pásalo muy bien, nos vemos en septiembre, te seguiremos echando de menos hasta entonces.

  5. tacitus Says:

    Bela, te veo poco favorecido en la foto. El viejo Van, que sirve para todo. Me voy un rato a meditar bajo la estatua de Bobby Moore

    Alice, aquí en la tierra de Agatha me he acordado de tí, en esas librerías llenas de estantes y pasillos dedicados a “crime novel”. Ya escribiré alguna cosa, más que nada para acompañar un par de fotos muy adecuadas, y que seguro que te gustan

  6. Alice Silver Says:

    En Noruega también había un montón de estanterías y escaparates decidacos a novela policiaca, americanos, ingleses y muchos nórdicos, incluso alguno que sorprendentemente todavía no ha llegado por estos lares. Espero impaciente la entrada.

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