Matthew 13.1-9,18-23 The time has come to say ‘farewell’ and two songs come to mind. The first is the farewell song at the ball in the Sound of Music, when the children are about to go to bed. There's a sad sort of clanging from the clock in the hall And the bells in the steeple too, And up in the nursery an absurd little bird Is popping out to say "cuckoo"… There’s something slightly sad and faintly absurd about saying farewell without being able to say proper goodbyes. The other song is ‘So long, it’s been good to know yuh!’ by Woody Guthrie: Well, the churches was jammed and the churches was packed, But that dusty old dust storm it blew so black That the preacher couldn’t read a word of his text, So he folded his specs ‘n’ took up a collection, sayin'... So long, it's been good to know yuh, So long, it's been good to know yuh, So long, it's been good to know yuh, But this dusty old dust is a-gettin' my home And I've gotta be driftin' along...
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