Can you meet me in the country
   In the summertime in England
   Will you meet me?
   Will you meet me in the country
   In the summertime in England
   Will you meet me?
   We'll go riding up to Kendal in the country
   In the summertime in England.
   Did you ever hear about
   Did you ever hear about
   Did you ever hear about
   Wordsworth and Coleridge, baby?
   Did you ever hear about Wordsworth and Coleridge?
   They were smokin' up in Kendal
   By the lakeside
   Can you meet me in the country in the long grass
   In the summertime in England
   Will you meet me
   With your red robe dangling all around your body
   With your red robe dangling all around your body
   Will you meet me
   Did you ever hear about . . .
   William Blake
   T. S. Eliot
   In the summer
   In the countryside
   They were smokin'
   Summertime in England
   Won't you meet me down Bristol
   Meet me along by Bristol
   We'll go ridin' down
   Down by Avalon
   Down by Avalon
   Down by Avalon
   In the countryside in England
   With your red robe danglin' all around your body free
   Let your red robe go.
   Goin' ridin' down by Avalon
   Would you meet me in the country
   In the summertime in England
   Would you meet me?
   In the Church of St. John . . .
   Down by Avalon . . . .
   Holy Magnet
   Give you attraction
   Yea, I was attracted to you.
   Your coat was old, ragged and worn
   And you wore it down through the ages
   Ah, the sufferin' did show in your eyes as we spoke
   And the gospel music
   The voice of Mahalia Jackson came through the ether
   Oh my common one with the coat so old
   And the light in the head
   Said, daddy, don't stroke me
   Call me the common one.
   I said, oh, common one, my illuminated one.
   Oh my high in the art of sufferin' one.
   Take a walk with me
   Take a walk with me down by Avalon
   Oh, my common one with the coat so old
   And the light in her head.
   And the sufferin' so fine
   Take a walk with me down by Avalon
   And I will show you
   It ain't why, why, why
   It just is.
   Would you meet me in the country
   Can you meet me in the long grass
   In the country in the summertime
   Can you meet me in the long grass
   Wait a minute
   With your red robe . . .
   Danglin' all around your body.
   Yeats and Lady Gregory corresponded . . .
   And James Joyce wrote streams of consciousness books . . .
   T.S. Eliot chose England . . .
   T.S. Eliot joined the ministry . . .
   Did you ever hear about . . .
   Wordsworth and Coleridge?
   Smokin' up in Kendal
   They were smokin' by the lakeside . . .
   Let your red robe go . . .
   Let your red robe dangle in the countryside in England
   We'll go ridin' down by Avalon
   In the country
   In the summertime
   With you by my side
   Let your red robe go . . .
   You'll be happy dancin' . . .
   Let your red robe go . . .
   Won't you meet me down by Avalon
   In the summertime in England
   In the Church of St. John . . .
   Did you ever hear about Jesus walkin'
   Jesus walkin' down by Avalon?
   Can you feel the light in England?
   Can you feel the light in England?
   Oh, my common one with the light in her head
   And the coat so old
   And the sufferin' so fine
   Take a walk with me
   Oh, my common one,
   Oh, my illuminated one
   Down by Avalon . . .
   Oh, my common one . . .
   Oh, my storytime one
   Oh, my treasury in the sunset
   Take a walk with me
   And I will show you
   It ain't why . . .
   It just is . . .
   Oh, my common one
   With the light in the head
   And the coat so old
   Oh, my high in the art of sufferin' one . . .
   Oh, my common one
   Take a walk with me
   Down by Avalon
   And I will show you
   It ain't why . . .
   It just is.
   Oh, my common one with the light in her head
   And the coat so fine
   And the sufferin' so high . . .
   All right now.
   Oh, my common one . . .
   It ain't why . . .
   It just is . . .
   That's all
   That's all there is about it.
   It just is.
   Can you feel the light?
   I want to go to church and say.
   In your soul . . .
   Ain't it high?
   Oh, my common one
   Oh, my storytime one
   Oh, my high in the art of sufferin' one
   Put your head on my shoulder . . .
   And you listen to the silence.
   Can you feel the silence?