We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun
but the wine and the song like our season has all gone.
I've another one - with apologies to Marillion for changing about half a dozen words in the first verse...
Getting close to seasons end
I heard somebody say
That Bulls might never win again
In England
Trophies from a new-born team
Sledging from Sir James
Are these things we'll never see
In England
We'll tell our children's children why
We grew so tall and reached so high
We left our footprints in the earth
And punched a hole right through the sky
We'll tell them how we changed the world
And how we tamed the sea
And seasons they will never know
In England
So watch the old world melt away
A loss regrets could never mend
You never miss it till it's gone
So say goodbye, say goodbye
We'll tell our children's children why
We grew so tall and reached so high
You never miss it till it's gone
So say goodbye, say goodbye
To seasons end
That was how I felt leaving Odsal a week ago, with that song (or its original, anyway) going through my head. Wouldn't believe a song about climate change could also sound quite appropriate here too? To be honest, I just want to see the back of this dreadful season again, and then hope again for better things to come next year.