TEN THOUSAND INSTANT CHRISTIANS
(Max Boyce)

When He sees the 'Hope & Anchor' where we sang before the game,
Where 'Cwm Rhondda' and 'Delilah' first sounded both the same.
The bar was filled with singing, and the songs came on a tray.
Saturday was Sunday, I wonder what He'll say?

Chorus:
What will He say?
What will He say?
I wonder, I wonder what He'll say.

When He sees the North Enclosure with it's belly full of ale,
And sees that male-voice flagon, sing to the twisted barrier-rail.
'Cwm Rhondda' and 'Penmachno' -hymns of yesterday-
Only half-remembered, I wonder what He'll say.

When He sees those touch-line tenors, with their copies made of sand:
Ten thousand instant Christians, and the Glynneath Silver Band.
'Come on mun, Ref., for Christ's sake, that ball was still in play,'
Ten thousand instant Christians, I wonder what He'll say.

When He sees that empty chapel with it's locked and shuttered doors,
And sees that dusty Bible, cobwebbed covered floors
The numbers slowly dwindling, much fewer now each day:
Calfaria now a bingo hall, I wonder what He'll say.


Copied from: Max Boyce: his Songs & Poems
Granada Publishing Limited
Panther books 1976

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