Michaelmas time, Michaelmas time,
time is turning under the plough.
Under the stars, under the signs
the ploughman toils with deepfurrowed brow.
He turns his thoughts against the cold,
buries his fears ‘neath the earth’s deep mould;
frost, like fire, burns white on the blade
of his iron share that red fire made.
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Agenda werkplaats
27 september 2026
Zingen
Koor op school
11 oktober 2026
Instrumentaal
Ukelele spelen
25 oktober 2026
Zingen
Koordag
29 oktober 2026
Instrumentaal
Bamboefluit bouwen
1 november 2026
Dans & beweging
Bewegend zingen met kleuters
8 november 2026
Zingen
Zingen met je klas
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2.
Michaelmas time, Michaelmas time,
time is bending over the scales.
Over the bread, over the wine,
the ploughman bows his head at the rail.
He turns his thoughts towards the flame,
raises his eyes to the thanksgiven grain.
Stars, like spears, gleam over the tower,
of the House of God in Michael's hour.
time is bending over the scales.
Over the bread, over the wine,
the ploughman bows his head at the rail.
He turns his thoughts towards the flame,
raises his eyes to the thanksgiven grain.
Stars, like spears, gleam over the tower,
of the House of God in Michael's hour.
3.
Michaelmas time, Michaelmas time,
time is changing the guard of the world.
Deep in his heart, dauntless in mind,
the ploughman guards against time growing old.
He stands and studies the star-patterned sky,
fixes each spark in his wishing-well eyes.
Stars, like seeds, strewn over the land
and under the plough by Michael's hand.
time is changing the guard of the world.
Deep in his heart, dauntless in mind,
the ploughman guards against time growing old.
He stands and studies the star-patterned sky,
fixes each spark in his wishing-well eyes.
Stars, like seeds, strewn over the land
and under the plough by Michael's hand.