organ verses n°3 by Marco Lucchi published on 2020-11-05T16:33:35Z Marco Lucchi : organ 5 novembre 2020 **** Is this a holy thing to see, In a rich and fruitful land, Babes reducd to misery, Fed with cold and usurous hand? Is that trembling cry a song? Can it be a song of joy? And so many children poor? It is a land of poverty! And their sun does never shine. And their fields are bleak & bare. And their ways are fill'd with thorns. It is eternal winter there. For where-e'er the sun does shine, And where-e'er the rain does fall: Babe can never hunger there, Nor poverty the mind appall. William Blake Genre Classical Comment by Marco Lucchi @jangruenfeld: :D 2021-02-26T20:26:11Z Comment by sethp Yess! organ brilliance 2020-12-06T16:52:47Z Comment by Ingvar Tautra Dig this track, very nice one Marco. 2020-11-13T08:38:45Z