Lark Rise to Candleford#4

I think it was Juliet, over on the Muddy Island, who described LR to C according to Bill Gallagher as Sunday Slump material. It isn't a faithful adaptation of the Flora Thompson books, it isn't a realistic portrayal of rural life in nineteenth century England, it isn't a satisfying drama but it does fill that slot after tea on Sunday when all one wants is a bit of undemanding television. It is as whimsical as Finian's Rainbow and tonight we had the equivalent of Petula Clark singing 'How are things in Glocca Morra?' when Twister and Queenie sang 'Silver threads among the gold'.

Eben E. Rexford, 1848-1916

Darling, I am growing old, Silver threads among the gold Shine upon my brow today; Life is fading fast away; But, my darling, you will be, will be, Always young and fair to me, Yes, my darling, you will be, Always young and fair to me. Chorus: When your hair is silver white, And your cheeks no longer bright, With the roses of the May; I will kiss your lips and say- Oh! my darling, mine alone, alone, You have never older grown, Yes, my darling, mine alone, You have never older grown. Chorus:

Love can never more grow old, Locks may lose their brown and gold, Cheeks may fade and hollow grow, But the hearts that love will know Never, never, winter's frost and chill: Summer warmth is in them still- Never winter's frost and chill, Summer warmth is in them still. Chorus: Love is always young and fair,- What to us is silver hair, Faded cheeks or steps grown slow, To the heart that beats below? Since I kissed you, mine alone, alone, You have never older grown- Since I kissed you, mine alone, You have never older grown. Chorus:

Chorus:
Darling, I am growing old,
Silver threads among the gold,
Shine upon my brow today;
Life is fading fast away.

I look forward to slumping on the sofa on Sundays but I'm not sure that I can sustain the strain of all this syrup, sepia and saccharine.