At choir splinter group this afternoon (it’s not that the village choir has split in acrimonious fashion over musical differences, it’s just that some of us like to try slightly more challenging and/or recent material, and by recent I mean written in the last 50 years) we were attempting a spot of two-part harmony while singing the Irish Blessing. There was a tricky line we just couldn’t get right so we repeated it over and over again until we got it into our heads. Unfortunately the line we were struggling with was
And the rain fall soft upon your fields
And by the time we’d got it nailed, the rain wasn’t falling soft so much as hammering loudly on the roof to the point where we couldn’t hear ourselves sing, which, now I come to think of it, might have been the point.
Still, if the weather gods are doing requests, might I direct them to the rest of the song – and particularly the cyclists’ dearest wish
May the wind be ever at your back