Can you meet me in the country

In the summertime in England

Will you meet me?

Will you meet me in the country

In the summertime in England

Will you meet me?

We'll go riding up to Kendal in the country

In the summertime in England.

Did you ever hear about

Did you ever hear about

Did you ever hear about

Wordsworth and Coleridge, baby?

Did you ever hear about Wordsworth and Coleridge?

They were smokin' up in Kendal

By the lakeside

Can you meet me in the country in the long grass

In the summertime in England

Will you meet me

With your red robe dangling all around your body

With your red robe dangling all around your body

Will you meet me

Did you ever hear about . . .

William Blake

T. S. Eliot

In the summer

In the countryside

They were smokin'

Summertime in England

Won't you meet me down Bristol

Meet me along by Bristol

We'll go ridin' down

Down by Avalon

Down by Avalon

Down by Avalon

In the countryside in England

With your red robe danglin' all around your body free

Let your red robe go.

Goin' ridin' down by Avalon

Would you meet me in the country

In the summertime in England

Would you meet me?

In the Church of St. John . . .

Down by Avalon . . . .

Holy Magnet

Give you attraction

Yea, I was attracted to you.

Your coat was old, ragged and worn

And you wore it down through the ages

Ah, the sufferin' did show in your eyes as we spoke

And the gospel music

The voice of Mahalia Jackson came through the ether

Oh my common one with the coat so old

And the light in the head

Said, daddy, don't stroke me

Call me the common one.

I said, oh, common one, my illuminated one.

Oh my high in the art of sufferin' one.

Take a walk with me

Take a walk with me down by Avalon

Oh, my common one with the coat so old

And the light in her head.

And the sufferin' so fine

Take a walk with me down by Avalon

And I will show you

It ain't why, why, why

It just is.

Would you meet me in the country

Can you meet me in the long grass

In the country in the summertime

Can you meet me in the long grass

Wait a minute

With your red robe . . .

Danglin' all around your body.

Yeats and Lady Gregory corresponded . . .

And James Joyce wrote streams of consciousness books . . .

T.S. Eliot chose England . . .

T.S. Eliot joined the ministry . . .

Did you ever hear about . . .

Wordsworth and Coleridge?

Smokin' up in Kendal

They were smokin' by the lakeside . . .

Let your red robe go . . .

Let your red robe dangle in the countryside in England

We'll go ridin' down by Avalon

In the country

In the summertime

With you by my side

Let your red robe go . . .

You'll be happy dancin' . . .

Let your red robe go . . .

Won't you meet me down by Avalon

In the summertime in England

In the Church of St. John . . .

Did you ever hear about Jesus walkin'

Jesus walkin' down by Avalon?

Can you feel the light in England?

Can you feel the light in England?

Oh, my common one with the light in her head

And the coat so old

And the sufferin' so fine

Take a walk with me

Oh, my common one,

Oh, my illuminated one

Down by Avalon . . .

Oh, my common one . . .

Oh, my storytime one

Oh, my treasury in the sunset

Take a walk with me

And I will show you

It ain't why . . .

It just is . . .

Oh, my common one

With the light in the head

And the coat so old

Oh, my high in the art of sufferin' one . . .

Oh, my common one

Take a walk with me

Down by Avalon

And I will show you

It ain't why . . .

It just is.

Oh, my common one with the light in her head

And the coat so fine

And the sufferin' so high . . .

All right now.

Oh, my common one . . .

It ain't why . . .

It just is . . .

That's all

That's all there is about it.

It just is.

Can you feel the light?

I want to go to church and say.

In your soul . . .

Ain't it high?

Oh, my common one

Oh, my storytime one

Oh, my high in the art of sufferin' one

Put your head on my shoulder . . .

And you listen to the silence.

Can you feel the silence