I tumbled from the beanstalk
Felt weak, I could not walk.
I rode upon a golden goose,
Teeth jangling round all loose.

I tried to make some money
Selling golden eggs and jam
But I displeased the bee police
and I was forced to flee

But here I sit, Green John, the Changeling,
I sit with my head on my hand
Undergoing regeneration
Rearranging into a better man

I had a harp that sang like an angel once
Stolen from a giant's house.
But the harp got cancer of the throat 
Because I let the fire go out

So three times widdershins round the elf-mound
Until the door appears and opens wide.
That's the last you'll see of the Changeling Son
When I disappear inside.

But here I sit, Green John, the Changeling,
I sit with my head on my hand
Undergoing regeneration
Rearranging into a better man

I married the Elf-King's daughter
We had babies one, two and three.
One was an oak and one was a yew
And the third was a holly tree.

But here I sit, Green John, the Changeling,
I sit with my head on my hand
Undergoing regeneration
Rearranging into a better man

Let us start again, Green John.
Let's begin again.


Green John, the Changeling

Bird of Sound - copyright John Hyatt 2014

Bird of Sound
Spread your wings
Bird of Sound

Bird of Sound
Spread the word
Bird of Sound

Bird of Sound
Do tell of the spell
To turn the commonplace into beauty
Bird of Sound

Bird of Sound
Spread your wings
Bird of Sound

I am carrying a pane of glass with you
Through a war zone, Bird of Sound.

Bird Of Sound - John Hyatt

Song, vocals and instruments, John Hyatt
Guest artist, Tom Hyatt (piano) 

Let Everybody Be In Love! – copyright John Hyatt, 2014

I am flying. I am somersaulting.
Burning like a wheel I never believed how it could feel.
Like dancing. Like turning. Like oats tossed in the sunshine.
It is light. It is fine. It's in the earth and the sky above.
Let everybody be in love!
I am giving my life force to you
And you return it 3 times to me.
Life is not finite and love is in infinite supply.
It's swirling in the water and in the air above.
Let everybody be in love!
Burning like a wheel I never could have believed how it could feel.


Let Everybody Be In Love - John Hyatt

The Trail Out of The Ghostly Wood

For Fifties’ houses the wood was cleared
Cleared by the Council and a child was born
In a wood end place
By a mother who’d been mistreated
Who cared for her sisters 
And cared for her brothers 
Was blessed with her baby 
Fair of face
Who talked to the birds and played his games
Then in the Ghostly Wood he got lost
And he endured cold and he endured frost
Beset by strangers and cruelty
He fell in with the wrong set 
And it all seemed hopeless
But he was always saved 
By the love others
By the love of lovers
Until he saw them for what they were
Smiling down through the covers
With angelic faces
The agents of a loving mother
Now he’s performing as he should
The trail out of the Ghostly Wood


The Trail Out of The Ghostly Wood

In memoriam (16/02/15) for my friend, musician and fellow artist, Gary Lomax. A track from the band we had together with Gary on bass, Eddie Fenn on guitar and myself on guitar and voice: The Suns of Potto.

John Hyatt (Three Johns)

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