A SONG OF COLOURS
By Theodore Maynard
Gold for the crown of Mary,Blue for the sea and sky,Green for the woods and the meadowsWhere small white daisies lie,And red for the colour of Christ’s bloodWhen He came to the cross to die.These things the high God gave usAnd left in the world He made—Gold for the hilt’s enrichment,And blue for the sword’s good blade,And red for the roses a youth may setOn the white brows of a maid.
Gold for the crown of Mary,Blue for the sea and sky,Green for the woods and the meadowsWhere small white daisies lie,And red for the colour of Christ’s bloodWhen He came to the cross to die.These things the high God gave usAnd left in the world He made—Gold for the hilt’s enrichment,And blue for the sword’s good blade,And red for the roses a youth may setOn the white brows of a maid.
Gold for the crown of Mary,Blue for the sea and sky,Green for the woods and the meadowsWhere small white daisies lie,And red for the colour of Christ’s bloodWhen He came to the cross to die.
Gold for the crown of Mary,
Blue for the sea and sky,
Green for the woods and the meadows
Where small white daisies lie,
And red for the colour of Christ’s blood
When He came to the cross to die.
These things the high God gave usAnd left in the world He made—Gold for the hilt’s enrichment,And blue for the sword’s good blade,And red for the roses a youth may setOn the white brows of a maid.
These things the high God gave us
And left in the world He made—
Gold for the hilt’s enrichment,
And blue for the sword’s good blade,
And red for the roses a youth may set
On the white brows of a maid.
Green for the cool, sweet gardensWhich stretch about the house,And the delicate new frondageThe winds of spring arouse,And red for the wine which a man may drinkWith his fellows in carouse.Blue and green for the comfortOf tired hearts and eyes,And red for that sudden hour which comesWith danger and great surprise,And white for the honour of God’s throneWhen the dead shall all arise.Gold for the cope and chalice,For kingly pomp and pride,And red for the feathers men wear in their capsWhen they win a war or a bride,And red for the robe which they dressed God inOn the bitter day He died.
Green for the cool, sweet gardensWhich stretch about the house,And the delicate new frondageThe winds of spring arouse,And red for the wine which a man may drinkWith his fellows in carouse.Blue and green for the comfortOf tired hearts and eyes,And red for that sudden hour which comesWith danger and great surprise,And white for the honour of God’s throneWhen the dead shall all arise.Gold for the cope and chalice,For kingly pomp and pride,And red for the feathers men wear in their capsWhen they win a war or a bride,And red for the robe which they dressed God inOn the bitter day He died.
Green for the cool, sweet gardensWhich stretch about the house,And the delicate new frondageThe winds of spring arouse,And red for the wine which a man may drinkWith his fellows in carouse.
Green for the cool, sweet gardens
Which stretch about the house,
And the delicate new frondage
The winds of spring arouse,
And red for the wine which a man may drink
With his fellows in carouse.
Blue and green for the comfortOf tired hearts and eyes,And red for that sudden hour which comesWith danger and great surprise,And white for the honour of God’s throneWhen the dead shall all arise.
Blue and green for the comfort
Of tired hearts and eyes,
And red for that sudden hour which comes
With danger and great surprise,
And white for the honour of God’s throne
When the dead shall all arise.
Gold for the cope and chalice,For kingly pomp and pride,And red for the feathers men wear in their capsWhen they win a war or a bride,And red for the robe which they dressed God inOn the bitter day He died.
Gold for the cope and chalice,
For kingly pomp and pride,
And red for the feathers men wear in their caps
When they win a war or a bride,
And red for the robe which they dressed God in
On the bitter day He died.