These are words from Simon Nicol's album 'Before your time' They are slightly different to those previously posted


OVER THE LANCASHIRE HILLS
by Maartin Alcock and David Gleeson



November, cold wind and the rain
The post office workers complain
Damp crowded buses go silently by
Homeward their journey again.
And at each stop old friends say farewell
And leave for the streets where they dwell
Up on the top deck somebody sings
With thoughts far away from this place
To the halls that the great singers grace.

cho:- And those who are moved by the song
Carry their memories long
At each new dawn the melody runs
Over the Lancashire hills

Benches and bare wooden floors,
A church hall with rattling doors.
The blackwater streets of a grey northern town
Echoes of distant applause
Then a newspaper falls in the hall
Lying unread by the wall,
It carries five lines of a critical kind,
They wouldn't detain you too long.
They've even spelt the name wrong. Chorus

December the night clouds come.
The day's work is over and done.
Late afternoon and it's cold by five
Rain on the bus window runs.
Home in the evening gloom.
A fire burns in the front room.
Music lies open, metronome stands,
Window frames shake in the gust
Piano keys gathering dust,