Flower Festival Poem by Neil Young

While rain on old Saint Mary’s church poured down,
Those opened doors invited us inside.
Creatively designed, the flowers grown
Filled all the dusty corners. Just beside

Those opened doors inviting us inside,
The organist stopped for a break; you played,
Filled all the dusty corners. Just beside,
The crowds watched you, no manuscripts displayed.

The organist put out returned, displeased,
While in the chancel old floor brasses shone.
The crowds watched you, your manners well displayed.
In triple bobs, the tower sang its tune,

While in the chancel old floor brasses shone;
Creatively designed with flowers grown.
In triple bobs, the tower sang its tune,
While rain on old Saint Mary’s church poured down.