[Verse 1 - Gregorian Chant, Latin, Atmospheric, Ethereal, Slow] In terra sancta, semen cadit, Orat frater, Deus pascit. Rosa munda, lilium spei, Hortus conclusus, laus et Dei. [Verse 2 - Medieval Folk, French, Lute, Harp, Elegant, Lilting] Dans le jardin du doux plaisir, Où la rose vient de fleurir. Le roi s'amuse, l'amour l'attend, Sous le soleil du beau printemps. [Bridge - Sudden Dynamic Shift, Heavy Percussion, Foot Stomps] [Verse 3 - Driving Folk, Upbeat, Middle English, Energetic, Raw Vocal] Out of the chapel, step out of the court! Your prayers are too long and your summers too short! While you look at the stars and you pray for the rain, The belly is crying, the field is in pain! [Chorus - Catchy Folk Anthem, Male Vocal, Rhythmic, Stomp] How so well a gardener be, Here he may both hear and see! To delve and to set, in drought and in wet, For the worker bee knows what the winter will get! [Verse 4 - Fast, Rhythmic, Punchy, Acoustic Guitar] Clear out the worts! Make room for the leek! This isn't for pleasure, it’s bread for the week! No magic, no stars, just the strength of the spade, By the turn of the crops is a dynasty made! Pull back the bark, slice clean with the knife, Grafting the pear-tree to hand down a life! [Verse 5 - Triumphant, Swelling, Epic Folk, Whistles and Drums] The French kings have fallen, the longbows have rung, The tongue of the court is the commoner’s tongue! No more just for monks, no more just for lords, The fence of the cottage replaces their swords! From the plot by the door to the edge of the lane, The English garden is born in the rain! [Outro - Fade Out, Foot Stomps, Acapella Chant] Delve and set... Drought and wet... The worker bee sings... As we march to the Tudors' spring. [End]
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