A few additions to what Jim has posted above :

1 - . Mister Edward Sayers was born and brought up in Lancashire.
      His father was a miller by trade and a lover of Lancashire beer.
      But Edward was a musician at heart, not knowing where to start,
      And that was the rise and fall of Mister Sayers' broken heart.

CHORUS: He wanted to play in the town brass band
         but the council took down the bandstand.
         Not many noticed the levelled-out land
         or the final bow of the brass band.

2. Every Tuesday after work he'd walk to rehearsal hall.
    He'd clean his buttons, look his very best,
    it was a special night after all.
    They'd walk the halls to the military calls
    with leader Jeffrey Brown,
    And when they rehearsed for many's the day
    they'd march around the town.

3. Membership fell from thirty to ten reliables close at hand,
    And that was of late to fall to eight
    when two joined a rock-and-roll band.
    Their uniforms became ragged and torn,
    their dying days descended.
    One pair of feet walked the silent streets
    as Edward's dream had ended.

4. His trumpet rests in a cared-for grave on a shelf beside the door
    With a photograph of his mother and dad taken before the war.
    Edward stares into the night, his face is filled with sorrow,
    And he's thinking of joining a brand-band,
    he's seeing someone tomorrow.

A sad song for any musician, but there is a wee bit of optimism in that last line.