{"id":91,"date":"2016-10-05T05:15:00","date_gmt":"2016-10-05T04:15:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.artsrainbow.com\/trevteasdellyrics\/2016\/10\/05\/a-cottage-in-the-country\/"},"modified":"2016-10-05T05:15:00","modified_gmt":"2016-10-05T04:15:00","slug":"a-cottage-in-the-country","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.artsrainbow.com\/trevteasdellyrics\/2016\/10\/05\/a-cottage-in-the-country\/","title":{"rendered":"A Cottage in the Country"},"content":{"rendered":"<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm\">\n<b><span style=\"font-family: arial\">A COTTAGE IN THE COUNTRY<\/span><\/b><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm\">\n<span style=\"font-family: arial\"><span>\u00a9Trev Teasdel &#8211; Norwich, August 1974<\/span><br \/>\n<span><br \/><\/span><br \/>\n<span>I see you as an old lady<\/span><br \/>\n<span>Sat serenely in your chair<\/span><br \/>\n<span>The knitting is in your hand.<\/span><br \/>\n<span>In the cradle rocks the bairn.<\/span><br \/>\n<span><br \/><\/span><br \/>\n<span>Though you are still touched by youth<\/span><br \/>\n<span>All about you is so slow.<\/span><br \/>\n<span>Just as if an old lady<\/span><br \/>\n<span>And a rustic. Quaint!<\/span><br \/>\n<span><br \/><\/span><br \/>\n<span>Chorus<\/span><br \/>\n<i><span>And oh so slow the river flows<\/span><\/i><br \/>\n<i><span>So (oh) slow &#8211; Oh&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;..<\/span><\/i><br \/>\n<span><br \/><\/span><br \/>\n<span>Your husband too, like a country gent<\/span><br \/>\n<span>With his waist coat, pipe and stick.<\/span><br \/>\n<span>His head bowed down in a book<\/span><br \/>\n<span>As a lazy clock does tick.<\/span><br \/>\n<span><br \/><\/span><br \/>\n<span>He with his old mandolin<\/span><br \/>\n<span>and&nbsp;Stradivarius&nbsp;violin<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0cm\">\n<span style=\"font-family: arial\"><span>Harmonising with the breeze<\/span><br \/>\n<span>Like a slow motion sneeze.<\/span><br \/>\n<span><br \/><\/span><br \/>\n<span>Chorus<\/span><br \/>\n<i><span>And oh so slow the river flows<\/span><\/i><br \/>\n<i><span>So (oh) slow oh&#8230;.<\/span><\/i><br \/>\n<span><br \/><\/span><br \/>\n<span>&#8220;<i>Scrub a dub dub<\/i>&#8221; in an old wooden tub<\/span><br \/>\n<span>Chop up the tree for fire wood.<\/span><br \/>\n<span>Chop up the tree for me,<\/span><br \/>\n<span>Chop up the tree for warmth and love.<\/span><br \/>\n<span><br \/><\/span><br \/>\n<span>Your hand tills the land<\/span><br \/>\n<span>For food and for sale.<\/span><br \/>\n<span>There&#8217;s a goat in your garden<\/span><br \/>\n<span>That gives milk in a pail.<\/span><br \/>\n<span>An old wishing well and a chemical loo.<\/span><br \/>\n<span>A little way out cottage, just suits you.<\/span><br \/>\n<span><br \/><\/span><br \/>\n<span>Brown rice and veg and unleavened bread<\/span><br \/>\n<span>You believe &#8216;you are what you are fed&#8217;.<\/span><br \/>\n<span>Always on the sill, lie apple pies<\/span><br \/>\n<span>Away with the ring, the Jackdaw flies.<\/span><br \/>\n<span><br \/><\/span><br \/>\n<span>A few miles away in a smoky old town<\/span><br \/>\n<span>Hard to recall how time merry-goes-round<\/span><br \/>\n<span>Outside in the lane, wrapped up in your shawl<\/span><br \/>\n<span>Fruit and veg on sale on your stall.<\/span><br \/>\n<span><br \/><\/span><br \/>\n<span>Chorus<\/span><br \/>\n<i><span>And oh so slow that river flows<\/span><\/i><br \/>\n<i><span>So oh slow oh<\/span><\/i><br \/>\n<span><br \/><\/span><br \/>\n<span>It&#8217;s strange when you think, that not long away<\/span><br \/>\n<span>The bairn at your bosom will be making his way<\/span><br \/>\n<span>Soon to be at the stage we are now<\/span><br \/>\n<span>and we &#8211; the older generation.<\/span><br \/>\n<span><br \/><\/span><br \/>\n<span>Chorus<\/span><br \/>\n<i><span>And oh so slow that river flows<\/span><\/i><br \/>\n<i><span>So oh slow oh<\/span><\/i><\/span><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A COTTAGE IN THE COUNTRY \u00a9Trev Teasdel &#8211; Norwich, August 1974 I see you as an old lady Sat serenely in your chair The knitting is in your hand. 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