by John Masefield (1878 - 1967)
Tewkesbury Road See base text
Language: English
It is good to be out on the road, and going one knows not where,
Going through meadow and village, one knows not whither nor why;
Through the grey light drift of the dust, in the keen cool rush of the air,
Under the flying white clouds, and the broad blue lift of the sky.
And to halt at the chattering brook, in the tall green fern at the brink
Where the harebell grows, and the gorse, and the foxgloves purple and white;
Where the shy-eyed delicate deer come down in a troop to drink
When the stars are mellow and large at the coming on of the night.
O, to feel the beat of the rain, and the homely smell of the earth,
Is a tune for the blood to jig to, a joy past power of words;
And the blessed green meadows are all a-rippled with mirth
At the noise of the lambs at play and the dear wild cry of the birds.
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Composition:
- Set to music by Muriel Emily Herbert (1897 - 1984), "Tewkesbury Road", 1919, stanzas 1,2,3 [ voice and piano ], confirmed with a CD booklet
Text Authorship:
- by John Masefield (1878 - 1967), "Tewkesbury Road", appears in Salt Water Ballads, first published 1902
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 16
Word count: 220