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struggle4progress Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sun Apr-08-07 12:18 PM
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Now the green blade rises from the buried grain
Wheat that in dark earth many days has lain
Love lives again that with the dead has been
Love is come again like wheat arising green

In the grave they laid him, Love whom men had slain
Thinking that never he would wake again
Laid in the earth like grain that sleeps unseen
Love is come again like wheat arising green

Forth he came in quiet like the risen grain
He that for three days in the grave had lain
Quick from the dead my risen Lord is seen
Love is come again like wheat arising green

When our hearts are wintry, grieving or in pain
Your touch can call us back to life again
Fields of our hearts that dead and bare have been
Love is come again like wheat arising green

John MacLeod Campbell Crum (1872-1958)
Noel nouvelet

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Critters2 Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sun Apr-08-07 12:22 PM
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1. I love this hymn Thanks! nt
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MistressOverdone Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon Apr-09-07 06:55 PM
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2. I have memorized this now for those long nights
when I feel alone. Thank you. This is a beautiful prayer, especially for anyone who works with the earth and gardens or farms.
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TechBear_Seattle Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Mon Apr-09-07 07:01 PM
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3. Sounds like John Barleycorn
Edited on Mon Apr-09-07 07:04 PM by TechBear_Seattle
We've buried him well beneath the ground
And they've covered over his head
And these men from the west did solemnly attest
John Barleycorn was dead
John Barleycorn was dead

But the warm spring rains came a-pouring down
And John Barleycorn arose
And upon that ground he stood without a sound
Till he began to grow
Till he began to grow

...

And they've ground his bones in between two stones
And they've served him worse than that
For they've tossed him into an oaken mashing bin
And sealed him in a vat
They've sealed him in a vat

But John Barleycorn proved the stoutest man
Though they did all that they could
So raise up your horn and praise to Barleycorn
And we shall drink his blood
Yes, we shall drink his blood!

Complete lyrics at http://www.heatherlands.com/seafire/lyrics/lyricdetails.php?RECORD_KEY%28songs%29=id&id%28songs%29=33

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