We farewelled Joan Lewis today. Lovely Devonport lady... I met Joan and John Lewis over 10 years ago and lived in their flat for a couple of years. Only last week I had a chat with Joan about their upcoming trip to her brother's place in Rarotonga; she was so excited about it.
Joan and John Lewis run the 'Jasmine Room' and the 'Waitemata Apartment' in Devonport for quite a few years with true Kiwi hospitality from the heart. Joan was very well-known in Devonport and it was always a joy to talk to her. She was always so full of life and enthousiasm and with a genuine interest in other people.
Joan passed away unexpectedly but peacefully on Monday 17 August and will be sadly missed, lovely spirit.
Our thoughts are with John, his family and friends.
Haere atu, haere atu, haere atu ra, Joan
Farewell to you and to your spirit...
Now I've heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
It goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you
To a kitchen chair
She broke your throne, and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah
Baby I have been here before
I know this room, I've walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew you.
I've seen your flag on the marble arch
Love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
There was a time you let me know
What's really going on below
But now you never show it to me, do you?
And remember when I moved in you
The holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah
You say I took the name in vain
I don't even know the name
But if I did, well really, what's it to you?
There's a blaze of light
In every word
It doesn't matter which you heard
The holy or the broken Hallelujah
I did my best, it wasn't much
I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch
I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you
And even though
It all went wrong
I'll stand before the Lord of Song
With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah