And everyone belongs
'...And in that garden there was a pot
That was filled with brine I wot,
And in that brine there was a bird,
And it was frozen hard as [word that rhymes with bird and means rock].'
Jesu mercy, Mary help
'...And in that garden there was a pot
That was filled with brine I wot,
And in that brine there was a bird,
And it was frozen hard as [word that rhymes with bird and means rock].'
Jesu mercy, Mary help
One does always find Tavener's reticence endearing.
One does always find Tavener's reticence endearing.
Hm hmm hmmmm which is it
Hm hmm hmmmm which is it
I love the brazen idea of walking in with empty hands. Because your works aren’t in themselves “meritorious,” as the theologians say.
I love the brazen idea of walking in with empty hands. Because your works aren’t in themselves “meritorious,” as the theologians say.