And the green grass grows all around …

Lavendilly House has been pretty quiet.

I’ve had my head down, tucked into my shell, living a rhythmic life with my family. Really keeping things simple.

It’s been so nice to live so quietly.

My children are happy with our predictable days, and mid-term they are starting to get a little tired just from the usual activities of school and kindy … so anything extra in our day or week is given due consideration before we agree to do anything else. It seems right now we are just happy to plod along and enjoy the sameness of it all.

This afternoon, as I lay down with my 3-year-old daughter, she asked for the same song that she asks for every day (and night) as we are resting. It is a long one, but I never tire of it, because everything about it reflects that beautiful rhythm we are living in at the moment, the rhythm that makes us feel so safe and secure in our lives. The song is called

“And The Green Grass Grows All Around”.

I’ve forgotten how it is supposed to begin, and I’ve also forgotten how it supposed to be sung, but I don’t suppose that matters very much because it has been the consistent request for rest time and bed time for months now – and although it is EXTREMELY REPETITIVE, I’m not tired of singing it at all.

I love this song because it is so repetitive. I love this song because of the inherent curiosity about the world – looking at things from the big picture, then examining the details of it all, but always coming back home where there is security knowing that however far we journey, however lost we get in the details of our lives, that underneath it all, the tree still grows from the root, the root is still attached to the rock, the rock is still part of the hill and the green grass will still continue growing all around.

Since beginning to write this, I went on to youtube and I found several versions of this song. Barney the Purple Dinosaur really ruined it for me, and sadly I think the experience has burned the hairs of my inner ears, but this one is cute – it is a lot faster than I sing it, and it is also a lot shorter than I sing it! I like to sing it soft and slow and reflective – because for me and my kids this song becomes a very comforting meditation.

My version starts like this:

 

There was a hill, a rare hill, a beautiful hill, the prettiest hill you ever did see

Hill on the earth, and the green grass grew all around, all around,

and the green grass grew all around.

And on that hill there was a rock, a rare rock, a beautiful rock, the prettiest rock you ever did see

Rock on the hill, hill on the earth and the green grass grew all around, all around ….

And on the rock there was a root …

And on that root there was a tree …

and on that tree there was a limb …

and on that limb there was a branch …

and on that branch there was a twig …

and on that twig there was a leaf …

and on that leaf there was a nest …

and on that nest there was an egg …

and on that egg there was a bird …

and on that bird there was a wing …

and on that wing there was a feather …

and on that feather there was a bug …

and on that bug there was a germ …

 

and no matter how complicated it gets the song always traces itself back to the beginning, where the green grass is growing and growing and the world is still turning … and it is all good … and by the end of the song my kids are almost always asleep, breathing peacefully.

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4 thoughts on “And the green grass grows all around …

  1. Glad to have you back again lavendilly! I would have preferred to hear your version – and i’m sorry to hear about your ear hairs!

  2. LOL! I love that you didn’t know Barney IS the purple dinosaur! Isn’t he? I think so, who knows… I digress. I too love repetitive songs as it doesn’t matter what you sing, the melody and soothing of song is what counts. I am often making up my own words for songs – or songs out of just words – Bella loves it but secretly so do I. Your blog reminded me of a workmate of mine years ago and I thought I’d share quickly. I was barely 21 at the time so nowhere close to becoming a parent, but my colleague was older and a Dad of two wee ones. One day he told me of his tiredness due to being up most of the night with his baby girl. He was humming to himself in what seemed to be a little bit of trance and then he broke into song. He was singing a blues version of Bananas in Pyjamas! And quite well too I might add. I can still hear it in my head today. He laughed and then explained that when you get up to sooth a child as many times as he had that night, you’ll sing whatever works – and he had many more acoustic versions to boot 🙂 Really made an impression on me obviously … and now I have it in my head.

    • I don’t think it matters really which song you sing to your children if you are interacting with them in a beautiful way. My husband serenades our kids almost every night with his guitar and any blues song he can play. I used to despair when he rocked out with them at bedtime … but the truth is they love it!

      And I have to admit that one of Linden’s lullabies is “Mrs Jones” by the Counting Crows

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