The Thursday sessions have continued uninterrupted since the fire. I wrote this to express the feelings of many of us, and sang it there tonight.

Singing in the Fleece

Playing in the Pewter Room, you would see the folkies
Fiddles, bodhrans, whistles, boxes that you squeeze
And the happy voices, joining with the music
Every Thursday evening, singing in the Fleece

Singing in the Fleece, singing in the Fleece
Every Thursday evening, singing in the Fleece
Singing in the Fleece, singing in the Fleece
Every Thursday evening, singing in the Fleece

Then that dreadful Friday, when the flames were leaping
Smoke hung o'er the village, carried by the breeze
Firemen couldn't save it, not much roof remaining
Would that be the end to singing in the Fleece?

Singing in the Fleece, singing in the Fleece
Would that be the end ... etc

Nigel was undaunted, he would not be beaten
Said "The Fleece ain't dead yet. Music will not cease.
Open up the tithe barn; heaters, seats and tables
Come along next Thursday, for singing in the Fleece."

"And we shall rebuild it, rising from the ashes
All shall be restored and then we'll be at peace
Once more in the Pewter Room, hear the joyful voices
Every Thursday evening, singing in the Fleece"