The Lost Shoe/The Little Green Orchard [DE LA MARE poems set to music]
Channel: tobydarling
Date: 2018-08-29

The Lost Shoe

    By Walter De La Mare 

Em    
Poor little Lucy
Em
        By some mischance,
G D
    Lost her shoe
Em
        As she did dance -

    'Twas not on the stairs,
        Not in the hall;
    Not where they sat
        At supper at all.

A7  
  She looked in the garden,
A7
        But there it was not;
Em
    Henhouse, or kennel,
Em
        Or high dovecote.

A7  
    Dairy and meadow,
A7  
        And wild woods through
B7
    Showed not a trace
B7
        Of Lucy's shoe.

    Bird nor bunny
        Nor glimmering moon
    Breathed a whisper
        Of where 'twas gone.

    It was cried and cried,
        Oyez and Oyez!
    In French, Dutch, Latin,
        And Portuguese.

    Ships the dark seas
        Went plunging through,
    But none brought news
        Of Lucy's shoe;

    And still she patters
        In silk and leather,
    O'er snow, sand, shingle,
        In every weather;

C G
    Spain, and Africa,
D A7
        Hindustan,
C G
    Java, China,
Em
        And lamped Japan;

    Plain and desert,
        She hops-hops through,
    Pernambuco
        To gold Peru;

    Mountain and forest,
        And river too,
    All the world over
        For her lost shoe.

The Little Green Orchard

    By Walter De La Mare 

D/A Amaj7     
Some one is always sitting there,
Dmaj7 Amaj7
                         In the little green orchard;
Bm A
        Even when the sun is high
Bm7
        In noon's unclouded sky,
F#m C#m
        And faintly droning goes
F#m Bm
        The bee from rose to rose,
C#m Bm
     Some one in shadow is sitting there,
A Bm7
                         In the little green orchard.

     Yes, and when twilight is falling softly
                         On the little green orchard;
        When the grey dew distils
        And every flower-cup fills;
        When the last blackbird says,
        "What - what!" and goes her way - s-sh!
     I have heard voices calling softly
                         In the little green orchard.

     Not that I am afraid of being there,
                         In the little green orchard;
        Why, when the moon's been bright,
        Shedding her lonesome light,
        And moths like ghosties come,
        And the horned snail leaves home:
     I've sat there, whispering and listening there,
                         In the little green orchard.

     Only it's strange to be feeling there,
                         In the little green orchard;
        Whether you paint or draw,
        Dig, hammer, chop, or saw;
        When you are most alone,
        All but the silence gone ...
     Some one is waiting and watching there,
                         In the little green orchard.

D/A: x0423x
Amaj7: x0212x
Dmaj7: xx0222


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