When I made the post about the Lennon Sisters and the Father and Daughter singing “Tonight You Belong to Me” I thought maybe people could be off-put by the nature of the post. How could I make a music post while the former United States enters the “Fort Sumpter” of the Second Civil War?
I’ve not received so much POSITIVE feedback in a long time. Thank you all.
So let me push it further. Here is a Beatles (I know… I KNOW…) cover of a song from a terribly subversive Broadway show, The Music Man.
That said… I’ve always loved this song, and if one hears it as a me, or “mankind”, singing to Our Lord, especially in light of the CoronaCold scam and lockdown… Well. Try not to shed tears. There was a point in the lockdown period in which I walked the streets of a city to and from Mass every day in such solitude that the sound of my footfalls ECHOED LOUDLY in the streets, off the facades of the buildings. The church bells never stopped totally. Thank God. The sound of those bells – which are sacramentally “named” and “baptized”, were an incredible consolation. If you have never lived in proximity to bells, let me tell you. They are worth every penny of fundraising. Bells are the breath-sounds of Christian civilization. When they go quiet… death follows.
“There were bells, on a hill… Then there was music, and wonderful roses, they tell me….” How many bell towers can you find in this picture?
I have corrected the Capitalization as if this song were us, singing in adoration to Our Lord.
Oh, and by the way, a warm welcome to all of the brave souls who have just entered the One Holy Catholic and Apostolic Church, especially this past weekend of Pentecost. You are truly blessed and favored to have been given the grace of seeing the TRUTH and the One True Church, founded by Our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, in the midst of this hot, hot situational mess. Welcome to the war. Spoiler: WE WIN.
There were bells on a hill
But I never heard them ringing
No, I never heard them at all
‘Til there was You
There were birds in the sky
But I never saw them winging
No, I never saw them at all
‘Til there was You
Then there was music and wonderful roses
They tell me in sweet fragrant meadows
Of dawn and dew
There was love all around
But I never heard it singing
No, I never heard it at all
‘Til there was You