I've been away at a conference for 2 days this week in the Midlands, and during one of the breaks I took a stroll and was enjoying the sunshine along with everyone else around, and even bought an ice cream cone.
A young man put busking stuff out and I propped myself against a nearby wall to give him a chance to entertain me
. Out of this slender body dressed in a faded tracksuit and Converse trainers, poured the voice of an angel as he sang "You Raise Me Up", accompanied only by his electronic music box:
"When I am down and, oh my soul, so weary;
When troubles come and my heart burdened be;
Then, I am still and wait here in the silence,
Until you come and sit awhile with me".
So far so good, wonderful voice, I thought, lovely young man. When he started singing:
"You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;
I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;
You raise me up... to more than I can be"
... this foolish old woman started weeping for all the times she should have cried and didn't or couldn't - so I walked a short distance away where I could still hear him but wouldn't make a complete fool of myself, tears streaming down my cheeks and enjoyed my weep.
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with that beautiful tenor soaring over it.