Orderly Grace

Beneath the gray and weeping sky

We form a line of quiet grace

No word is spoke,

no hand raised high

Each citizen in proper place

Umbrellas raised in perfect alignment No soul shall push,

no voice shall stray

In patient queue we find refinement Until the

kettle ends the day (ahhhh)

We stand as one,

yet all apart

In silent pact we hold the ground

The British rain can't damp the heart While waiting for that amber

sound

Umbrellas raised in perfect alignment No soul shall push,

no voice shall stray In patient queue

we find refinement Until the kettle ends the day (ahhhh)

A cup of tea. (amen)