Robin Laing: The Secret Song of Time
GLI EXTRA DELLE CCG / AWS EXTRAS / LES EXTRAS DES CCGLingua: Inglese
Trying to unravel the secret song of time,
To master the meaning of the imaginary lines,
John Harrison believed it was an answer he could find:
So he slowly learned his craft and trade,
His mind as sharp as any blade,
And the little magic box he made to catch the soul of time.
To master the meaning of the imaginary lines,
John Harrison believed it was an answer he could find:
So he slowly learned his craft and trade,
His mind as sharp as any blade,
And the little magic box he made to catch the soul of time.
He was proud to be just an ordinary man,
A carpenter whose feet were firmly planted on the ground,
Working with his hands in a little cottage room
With all his chatting, talking clocks like old friends gathered round,
His mind exactly tuned to the old familiar rhytmic ticking sound.
Trying to unravel the secret song of time,
To master the meaning of the imaginary lines,
John Harrison believed it was an answer he could find:
So he slowly learned his craft and trade,
His mind as sharp as any blade,
And the little magic box he made to catch the soul of time.
To master the meaning of the imaginary lines,
John Harrison believed it was an answer he could find:
So he slowly learned his craft and trade,
His mind as sharp as any blade,
And the little magic box he made to catch the soul of time.
Finally, he took hold of his vision and his goal,
He saw the task he had and was determined to prevail;
The road was long and hard as over many years,
His passion clapping, sticking like the pursuit of the Holy Grail
As he realized his vision helped to solve to look behind the veil.
Trying to unravel the secret song of time,
To master the meaning of the imaginary lines,
John Harrison believed it was an answer he could find:
So he slowly learned his craft and trade,
His mind as sharp as any blade,
And the little magic box he made to catch the soul of time.
To master the meaning of the imaginary lines,
John Harrison believed it was an answer he could find:
So he slowly learned his craft and trade,
His mind as sharp as any blade,
And the little magic box he made to catch the soul of time.
He travelled on his own on the outside track,
The academics his scientific mind would never guess :
While they were counting stars and measuring their move,
The simple, poor clockmaker who was quietly unimpressed,
Found a way to help all sailors calculate the distance system west.
And it was late in the evening,
The lovers they were gone,
The clocks had ceased their chiming,
And the deep river ran on. [1]
The lovers they were gone,
The clocks had ceased their chiming,
And the deep river ran on. [1]
[1] This is the final stanza (verses 57-60) of the poem As I Walked Out One Evening by Wystan Hugh Auden.
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