Last day of the semester.
Color us gone (at least for a couple of days, on vacation in the high hills). We head north, west, and Up tomorrow AM. Dear friends getting married in Taos on Thursday.
25 years ago, May 1 1983, Dharmonia and I got married. This was one of our wedding gifts, from Bob Franke:
(to the tune of "Donnybrook Fair")Another semester "In the trenches" done.
BEGGARS TO GOD
The song of Gypsy Davy rang
Delighted through the night
The wise and foolish virgin
Kept her candles burning bright
Rise up my young and foolish one
And follow if you can,
There'll be no need for candles
In the arms of such a man.
Make love to each other
Be free with each other
Be prisoners of love 'til you lie in the sod
Be friends to each other
Forgive one another
See God in each other
Be beggars to God.
The night was cold and dark and wet
As they wandered on alone.
The sky became their canopy
The earth became their throne
And as their raiment ran to rags
They thought it nothing wrong
For earth and sky are robe enough
When you sing the gypsie's song.
They sang and played the gypsy song
Wherever they were sent
To some it seemed a dancing tune
To some a sad lament.
But in every heart that heard them true
A tear became a smile
And the pauper or a prince
Became the gypsy for awhile
I love you.