Steve Thomason has written 2 good songs about singing - The Bard, and the Sound of Union (inspired by singing with friends in the Middle Bar in Sidmouth, and at the Wareham Wail):

THE BARD
(Steve Thomason, September 2002)

I am the bard, the story-teller
In me the old tales they still live
And though the world go on forever
The old tales still their comfort give

My song began when earth was younger
And when the old gods walked the land
And the heart of man was filled with wonder
At the seasons turned by the old gods' hands

I sang my song in forest clearing
Of Herne the hunter's mighty arm
And Shebra, starry barque still steering
Across the skies until the dawn

I used my songs to warn of danger
Of Jack o'Lantern's impish ways
To comfort friend and welcome stranger
To speed through winter's iron days

My tales brought ease to lovers parted
By foreign war and icy seas
For though they lay quite broken-hearted
The old songs brought to them some peace

Old tales, old songs, old gods, past glories
I lay before you as I stand
And as you hear these old, old stories
Give thanks that bards still walk the land


THE SOUND OF UNION
(Steve Thomason 2002)


Come grasp the hand of friendship strong
Come raise your glasses and sing along
The timeless joy of chorus song
The happy sound of union.

When with first harvest out from the field
The farmer brings the good earth's yield
His pact with nature it must be sealed
In happy sound of union

And when the shepherd from hillside steep
Returns at night with straying sheep
He'll spend an hour before he sleeps
In happy sound of union

And though the ploughman he tills the land
And walks all day with horse at hand
He'll still through one last chorus stand
In happy sound of union

And when into the ground man went
To mine the earth with shoulders bent
He'd celebrate his shift well spent
In happy sound of union

From sailor's forebitter to shanty work song
To tales of oppression and righting of wrong
What binds us together and drives us along
Is happy sound of union

And so from Devon and Dorset and shire
We gather together and rekindle the fire
Come raise up your glasses, come join the choir
In happy sound of union

And so before we go at last
Let's raise together a parting glass
To bind us together in friendship fast
And happy sound of union