Now my friend
Ob la di, ob la da
My friend we will be together at the end
Sunny Sunday morning, the sower reaps
Spring dawns across his meadow
Around the world a mother sleeps
The sunlight catches the variegated ivy leaf
The reflected, crackled, puzzled pattern
At least two sides to a life, my liege
Now my friend
Now my friend
My friend we will be together at the end
Past patches of frost covered snowdrops
Climbing around the growers greens
Around the world a lover weeps
But they are tears of joy
Tears with smiles as big as rainbows
At least five lives in each life he breathes
Ob la di, ob la da
Could go on forever, could go on so far
So far as love would let me be, be my friend
Sunny Sunday morning, way above the bay
One raft for forgiveness, one raft for escape
One raft for sharing, one raft for you my friend
By the lych-gate the parson is out calling
Calling all before, “the spring it is arriving”
But I’ll go bless my own sweet lord, ob la di
From leaf remember lichen, fore or aft who knows
Clinging, thriving, imbibing on nothing more
Than life itself
Some sunny Sunday morning
Sprinkle dewdrops
Dewdrops at the shore
Around the world, across a continent or more
Enigma’s engulf the ebb, the flow
Enriched in deepest dream-space
Lovers in love with life
Understanding if not knowing
Not yet knowing all the score
Now my friend
This is no incantation
No medieval or Gregorian chant
My friend
This is love for you
My friend on to the end
Then how can we all proclaim this
How, my liege my leaf
How can we share this gentle awakening
How may we release unbounded joy
My friend we can go singing
Go on singing, ob la di, ob la da
Thanks to The Beatles White Album
Also to the Sacred Souls of Vermont
