The title song to the 2018 cd. Another time, another attitude to mental health... it used to be considered entertainment to go down to Bedlam and watch the 'residents' play out their various madnesses. 'Who is sane in Bedlam?' The tune is also a bit bonkers; some sections without any discernible conventional rhythm... fun to play on the lute, but ...ahem... a challenge for the fiddle and drum!
And so to Bedlam
And so to Bedlam welcome all
And let us a-dancing go
With arms akimbo
And hair a-flying
And see the ladies swoon away
At this small affray
I will tell your fortune dear,
For nothing, I like your ribbons
Here be dreams my lovelies
Look at all the fancies I have in this tattered pocket,
So pretty, I'll spill them to view,
See what they show,
So behold these fine knacks
See what visions they conjure up for you
And look closely; and listen,
A word in your ear, you'll end up here...
Fine lady, don't you look so wan,
You see, there is little need to be afeared,
My mind is clear,
Just coloured up with too much life,
And a trifle
Wayward, so after all
We are so very alike it seems
And here be dreams...
And so to Bedlam we repair
When all of the lovelies have gone back to town
We hunker down
And happy for another day
Till the ladies come by
To view our madnesses
For we are the crazy ones.
And entertained, they shriek and faint
To show us how they must be sane.
Who is sane in Bedlam?
