How Beautiful the World Is

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How Beautifu l the World I sHow beautiful the world is,How blue the sky above,How green the grass in the morning dew,

How musical the dove.

Eyes to see the colours bright,Ears for music of delight,

Nose to smell the fragrant rose,

Skin to feel the breeze that blows.

How beautiful the world is,How blue the sky above,God is there in all creation

Flowing forth in light and love.

Paul King

The song of the stars resounds in the heavens,The song of the sun awakens the day,The song of my heart is the sun in my soul,

And Ill listen, and listen, to what it can say.

Paul King

A head I have for thinking deeply,Listening, and learning, and looking with care.Hands I have for work and creating

With fingers skillful to make and repair.In my heart I can carry the sun

Shining with love for everyone.

Paul King

The Hunters AimThe hunter walks out in the bush alone,His wife and children are hungry at home.

With arrow and bow he must try his luck,And at last he spies a still grazing buck.

O hunter, aim your arrow with care!Keep your eye on the target there!

Pay no heed to the birds as they pass,Pay no heed to the wind in the grass,Pay no heed to the buzz of the flies,

Norto the jackals far-off cries.

Concentrate on the arrow and aim....Thats how the good hunter comes home with the game.

Paul King

The Robins Song


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God bless the field and bless the furrow,

Stream and branch and rabbit burrow,

Hill and stone and flower and tree,From Bristol town to Wetherby -

Bless the sun and bless the sleet,

Bless the land and bless the street,Bless the night and bless the day,From Somerset and all the way

To the meadows of Cathay;

Bless the minnow, bless the whale,Bless the rainbow and the hail,

Bless the nest and bless the leaf,

Bless the righteous and the thief,

Bless the wing and bless the fin,Bless the air I travel in,

Bless the mill and bless the mouse,

Bless the millers bricken house,Bless the earth and bless the sea,

God bless you and God bless me!

The little bird sighed, Oh me, oh

my!

How they will laugh if I try to fly.

If I flutter and flop, or tumble and

fall,Will the creatures all laugh at me,

clumsy and small?

But the sun shone down with a

kindly faceJust try and soon you will fly with

grace.

The bird practised hard never

minding to fall,And now the great eagle flies

highest of all.

Paul King

Acorn and Oak

Oh Ill never be big, the acornsaid

As it gazed on high to the oak treetall,Im little and round as a millers

thumb,

Ill never be big, Ill always besmall.

The oak tree smiled a knowing

smile,My trunk is thick, and my roots

are deep,

My branches and twigs spreadhigh and wide,For birds to nest in, and bugs to

sleep.

But I was an acorn too on a time,

- Oh Ill never be big, Ill never


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be strong,-

Thats what I thought many yearsago...

And, dear little acorn, you see I

was wrong!

Paul King

Old

Ten Tired Tortoises

One tired tortoise

Plodding in theKaroo,

He bumped into

another oneAnd that made two.

Two tired tortoisesResting by a tree,

Along cameanother one

And that madethree.

Three tired

tortoises

With feet feelingsore

Along came

another one

And that madefour.

Four tired tortoisesJust trying to

survive,

Six tired tortoises

Wished they were in Devon,Along came another one

And that made seven.

Seven tired tortoises

Getting quite irate,

Along came another one

And that made eight.

Eight tired tortoises

Starting to decline,Along came another one

And that made nine.

Nine tired tortoises

Prayed and said Amen,Along came another one

And that made ten.

Ten tired tortoises drinking ata well,Then each one yawned and

said GoodnightAnd slipped into his shell.

Paul King


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Along cameanother one

And that made five.

Five tired tortoises

In a thirsty fix,Along came

another one

And that made six.

TWELVE TINY TADPOLES(adding 2)

2 tiny tadpoles swimming near the shore,up swam another two and that made 4.

4 tiny tadpoles playing naughty tricks,up swam another two and that made 6.

6 tiny tadpoles in a giddy state,

up swam another two and that made 8.

8 tiny tadpoles found a little den,up swam another two and that made 10.

10 tiny tadpoles in the mud did delve,

up swam another two and that made 12.

12 tiny tadpoles wriggling just for fun,

One called out, Theres the stork!,

. . . And then there were none.

[because they'd all hidden, not because they

were all eaten!]

Paul King

English Rhyme


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Jabal Tames the Stallion

The stallion runs wild and tramples the plain

With mad staring eyes, and wild tossing mane,

No-one could tame him with rope or with thong,

Till Jabal came by, determined and strong.

With a wish and a whoop brave Jabal leapt high

And onto the horse with a jubilant cry.

The stallion kicked and bucked all around

And Jabal soon tumbled and crashed to the ground.

But Jabals undaunted and soon has a plan

To catch the wild galloping horse if he can.

He drops from a branch to the white back below

And clings for dear life as hes tossed to and fro.

The stallion whinnies and snorts out with rage,

He bucks and he tosses and runs the rampage,

He shakes his wild mane and his hooves beat the

air,

But Jabal holds tight and will never forbear.

At last the horse plunges and rolls with a will,But Jabal can wrestle and holds the beast still.

At last he is calm, and tamed in the end,

To plough and to carry and be a true friend.

Paul King

FARMING [back to top]

I WILL GO WITH MY FATHER A-PLOUGHI NG

I will go with my father a-ploughing

To the green field by the sea,

And the rooks and the crows and the

seagulls

I will go with my father a-sowing

To the red field by the sea,

And the rooks and the gulls and the

starlings

I will go with my fa

To the brown field
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Will come flocking after me.

I will sing to the patient horses

With the lark in the white of the air,

And my father will sing the plough song

That blesses the cleaving share.

Will come flocking after me.

I will sing to the striding sowers

With the finch on the flowering sloe,

And my father will sing the seed song

That only the wise men know.

And the geese and

Will come flocking

I will sing to the we

With the wren in th

And my father will That joys for the ha

Seosamh Maccathm

Farmer, Miller and Baker

The farmer ploughs and furrows the field,

And sows the seed for the harvests yield.

Earth, sun, wind and rain,

Swell the seed and ripen the grain.

The reapers reap and gather the wheat,

The miller grinds it to flour sweet,

The baker bakes it to golden bread

By which our body is nourished and fed.

Farmer, miller and baker true,

Bring forth the bread for me and you.

In every loaf their labour liesBlessed by earth and sun-filled skies.

Paul King

JOHNNYS FARM

Johnny had a little dove, coo, coo, coo.

Johnny had a little mill, clack, clack, clack.

Johnny had a little cow, moo, moo, moo.

Johnny had a little duck, quack, quack, quack.Coo, coo; clack, clack; moo, moo; quack, quack;

Down on Johnnys little farm.

Johnny had a little hen, cluck, cluck, cluck.

Johnny had a little crow, caw, caw, caw.


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Johnny had a little pig, chook, chook, chook.

Johnny had a little donkey, haw, haw, haw.

Coo, coo; clack, clack; moo, moo; quack, quack;

Cluck, cluck; caw, caw; chook, chook; haw, haw;


Johnny had a little dog, bow, wow, wow.

Johnny had a little lamb, baa, baa, baa.

Johnny had a little son, now, now, now!

Johnny had a little wife, ha! ha!! ha!!!

Coo, coo; clack, clack; moo, moo; quack, quack;

Cluck, cluck; caw, caw; chook, chook; haw, haw;

Bow-wow; baa, baa; now, now; ha! ha!!


Traditional

The Wind

The wind is a fellow to sport and to play,

Hell billow and bellow and bluster all day,

Hes up from the hillside and over the lea,

Hes airy, contrary, and quick as can be.

No-one can catch me! he boasts with a shout,

But in the millsails his mistake hell find out!

Just harness him there and hell give you his power

To grind all your harvested wheatgrain to flour.

Paul King

Lovely ThingsBread is a lovely thing to eat -

God bless the barley and the wheat!

A lovely thing to breathe is air -

God bless the sunshine everywhere!

The earths a lovely place to know -

God bless the folks that come and go!

Alives a lovely thing to be -

Giver of life - we say - bless Thee!

How Beautiful the World Is

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