And so did those feet in modern times walk again on this land,
Great Britain had slumbered for too many a year, but the time was now at hand.
1931 was the year, Meher Baba first came here,
Blessing the land with his presence and clearing the atmosphere.
His ancient holy feet touching this ancient holy Land,
His beautiful hands touching the golden Devon sand.
Awaken O ancient Isle, the time has come to arise,
For the Ancient One has blessed you in His modern guise.
In a cold, wet London shivering in his sadra, but no sign of a frown,
In Devon it was 'all quiet on the western front' in that sleepy, seaside town.
The holy lamb of God was again in England's pleasant pastures seen.
Briskly walking the London streets and the Devon hills of green.
Meher Baba is here at last, let the church bells ring,
Meher Baba is here at last, open your hearts and sing.
This majestic land of rivers, trees and tors,
Hills and valleys, standing stones and moors.
Has seen many a holy fool, hermit, jester and saint,
But a holy on such as you...? well, it surely 'aint.
'Old England is Dying' those Waterboys did say,
But don't they know how a Lazarus can rise from the grave?
The holy grail was here for a while, the lay lines were re-energised,
The tors and hills shone forth once more and the sacred springs were purified.
The real ruler of England did arrive at last,
Tales of God's incarnation no longer just the preserve of the past.
The real ruler of England has at last come home,
The King of hearts who wears the crown and sits upon the throne.
Awaken O ancient isle, the time has come to arise,
For the Ancient One has blessed you in his modern guise.
Lee Walter, Devon, England. 2021