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THE  DRUID  WITHIN  ME
WITHIN  YOU

Strolling along the rivers, walking up the hills,
Passing through the grass and flowers, getting thrills and spills…
That's the Druid in me… That's the Druid in you…
On the path of Life, tuning in to sounds,
Hearing subtle voices teaching all around…
Telling how to be... showing right ways too…

The bell which "tolls the knell of parting day" 
Tells one that Life is eternal for Him…
And that a black cat or bee crossing one's way
Makes Him straightway aware of people's whims…
That's the Druid in me… That's the Druid in you…

While one is here "among the madding crowd", (1)
The Druid inside is only linked with their souls...
He keeps the thread that links these pearls so proud
And knows of the way to free them from their roles…
That's the Druid within me… That's the Druid within you…

Serenity of the Druid within you, within me…
For nothing never has to be shown, to be taught...
Neither cloth, nor pace, but always free…
Letting his acts and words only do what they ought.
That's the Druid within me… That's the Druid within you…

If you wish to let be the Druid deep within you,
Just let Him be far from your brains and your thoughts...
See all you know "as stuff dreams are made on" too
And "your life all rounded with a sleep" and caught. (2)

So will the voices of the trees, of the rocks, of the moon
Speak through your lips with words of Unity...
Make your body show the rites that please them all
And fill up Lovers of Life with the knowledge of Eternity.

That's the Druid within me… That's the Druid within you…

That's the Druid within me… That's the Druid within you…

That's the Druid within me… That's the Druid within you…

(1) From Gray's Elegy written in a Country Churchyard : "The curfew tolls the knell of parting day"...

(2) From Shakespeare : “We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life, is rounded with a sleep." (The Tempest).

Paroles et Musique : Florian Lacour