Glastonbury

A little song that wandered into my head in the night, inspired by an episode of Rick Steves: The Best of Europe.

Glastonbury

 

The people would dance upon the Tor,

But the old religion is no more,

Since monks brought Christ  and the Trinity

To Glastonbury.

 

Druids used to worship at the spring.

But sacred hymns the monks’ choirs now sing,

Since the Christians from Rome built their church

In Glastonbury.

 

They celebrated Mid-Summer’s day,

The tambour and the flute they did play;

Now the pilgrims take the road to pray

At Glastonbury.

 

An ancient holy place In the past,

But the old religion could not last;

Father, Son, Holy Ghost: God’s the Lord

Of Glastonbury.

Author's Note

Initial reactions and constructive criticism welcome. This is meant to be in the style of the old nursery rhymes.

I decline to engage in an argument about religion. Reasoned discussion is fine.