Laurence Campling - Songs From the Den: Alas Alack Alay

Alas Alack Alay
I've seen all kinds of chaos today
Our life and times in disarray
Shake the tree right down to the roots
And down comes all the fruit
Down comes all the fruit
So runs the world away
As the Bard would say
Alas alack alay.
Who knows how long it will take
Or when the bending bough will break?
A bitter wind blows out of the west
And does its very best
To tear down every nest
So runs the world away
The thunder seems to say
Oh alas alack alay
I never thought we would see this day
(break)
O say can you see what we have become?
A laughing stock for everyone
Now we are free to be cruel
‘Cos there’s no golden rule
Declares the royal fool
So runs the world away
As the minstrels play
Sing alas alack alay
Should’ve seen it coming I guess
This terrifying ugliness
And all of us with downcast eyes
Distracted from the prize
Until at last we rise.

[@timjones5926]

Superb!

[@maring.214]

Excellent - methinks Richard Thompson might buy that one off you, Laurence!

[@bronwynfryer748]

excellent

[@larryc56]

I thought you might enjoy the Shakespeare quotes and allusions and weather/political turmoil metaphors.