Posted by Belinda Forbes
The sun is shining again here in leafy Berkshire. The mourners no longer need to huddle for warmth in the crematorium waiting room. The cruel winter wind that has been whipping across the chapel entrance is now a gentle breeze. Unfortunately, I’m allergic to tree pollen so it’s not all good news.
Although I am a secular funeral celebrant, I’m often asked if a hymn is‘allowed’. The most common reason people give for requesting hymns at an essentially non-religious funeral is that they want to sing something. And for many people the thought of singing something secular is just too daunting. It is possible of course and we’ve sung along to Always Look on The Bright Side of Life (works best with two or three extroverts leading the singing from the front); Danny Boy and the fiendishly difficult Bridge Over Troubled Water amongst others.
By far the most common hymn requested by my clients is All Things Bright & Beautiful closely followed by Morning Has Broken. A love of nature andgardening or a desire to have something that ‘isn’t too depressing or sombre’ are the usual reasons given.
One brave family whose late mother adored her garden asked if we could sing, In An English Country Garden. They didn’t want a choir and all the versions recorded with vocals were either unsuitable or tricky to sing along to. So we opted for an instrumental version recorded by the Albion Song Society. To my surprise and delight it went remarkably well. With a little practice (at home with an understanding friend) to get the timing right, we discovered that it’s easier to sing than All Things Bright & Beautiful. If any celebrants or choirs out there would like to give it a go, here are the words:
Percy Grainger’s An English Country Garden
How many kinds of sweet flowers grow
In an English country garden?
We’ll tell you now of some buy cialis via paypal that we know
Those we miss you’ll surely pardon
Daffodils, heart’s ease and phlox
Meadowsweet and lady smocks
Gentian, lupin and tall hollyhocks
Roses, foxgloves, snowdrops, forget-me-nots
In an English country garden.
How many insects come here and go
In an English country garden?
We’ll tell you now of some that we know
Those we miss you’ll surely pardon
Fireflies, moths, and bees
Spiders climbing in the trees
Butterflies drift in the gentle breeze
There are snails, ants that sting
And other creeping things
In an English country garden.
How many songbirds fly to and fro
In an English country garden?
We’ll tell you now of some that we know
Those we miss you’ll surely pardon
Blackbird, cuckoo and quail
Robin and turtle dove
Bluetit, lark, thrush and nightingale
There is joy in the spring
When the birds begin to sing
In an English country garden.
For those gardeners who would prefer a little more realism, there’s this version of All Things Bright & Beautiful:
All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful
The Lord God made them all.
But what we never mention
Though gardeners know it’s true
Is when he made the goodies
He made the baddies too
All things spray and swattable
Disasters great and small
All things paraquattable
The Lord God made them all
The fungus on the goose-gogs
The club root on the greens
The slugs that eat the lettuce
And chew the aubergines
All things spray…
The drought that kills the fuchsias
The frost that nips the buds
The rain that drowns the seedlings
The blight that hits the spuds
All things spray…
The midges and mosquitoes
The nettles and the weeds
The pigeons in the green stuff
The sparrows on the seeds
All things spray…
The fly that gets the carrots
The wasp that eat the plums
How black the gardener’s outlook
Though green may be his thumbs
All things spray…
But still we gardeners labour
Midst vegetables and flowers
And pray what hits our neighbours
Will somehow bypass ours
All things spray…
