"Music of Time" genre: Folk
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	Haunting vocals on this ghost song, superb emotive fiddle, classical guitar and accordion.
	CD: Music of Time   Label: Ell Records Credits: Lyric PG Hodge / Tune D Couch
	Story Behind the Song 1. Music of Time - An old man relives the passion and turbulence of the war years when he danced with his love on Plymouth Hoe. Deni asked Trudie Hodge to write lyrics for a ghostly waltz and was blown away by the sheer longing the lyrics convey. one of those songs you have to rehearse over and over to sing without bursting into tears. Mike O'Connor's haunting fiddle and the accordion and guitar breaks twist the knife even further. One for the sensitive souls to romanticise over. Lyrics . Music of Time ( ©2002 P G Hodge/D Couch ) Arr.D & E Couch/Wolfe/Horne Fiddle - Mike O'Connor He walked on the seafront in the late summer evening An old man whose footsteps were halting and frail. The daylight was fading, the mist softly creeping To hide the calm sea in a grey cobweb veil. He sat on a park bench with his coat wrapped around him And memories came stealing from out of the mist The band playing waltz tunes, the searchlights, the bombing, The dancing and laughter, the girl he had kissed. They had danced to the music of time, Around them the houses lay shattered and broken. They had danced to the music of time, Refusing to cry, not a sad word was spoken. There were soldiers and sailors and V.A.D. nurses, The girls from the factories, the lads from The Yard. There were land girls and airmen and young Lady Astor and they danced to the band on the Hoe Promenade. He remembered the last time he’d danced to the music, The lovely young W.A.A.F. he had held to his heart. He could still smell her perfume and see her eyes shining As she whispered she loved him and they’d never part. But orders for sailing came early next morning, And soon his destroyer sailed out from the sound Away from the laughter, the dancing, the kissing, To fight the grim fight on war’s merry-go-round. But he’d danced to the music of time And how do you know when the songs fill your mind And you dance to the music of time Who the grim reaper gathers and who leaves behind? There were Polish men, lawyers and mothers with children, There were A.R.P. wardens, men from the Home Guard. There were little old ladies with headscarves and handbags And they danced to the band on the Hoe Promenade. Stealing out of the grey mist, the old man heard music The strains of a waltz drifting over the Hoe, And stepping toward him, her gentle eyes shining, The lovely young W.A.A.F. he had loved long ago. The air was alive with soft music and laughter, As couples danced by them she held out her hand. From out of the old man a young man stepped lightly And they danced the last waltz to the beat of the band. They danced to the music of time And the long, lonely years fell away without sorrow. They danced to the music of time, Their yesterdays lost in a shining tomorrow. There were kids from the back streets and girls in white sandals. There were fishermen, Yanks and an old railway guard. There were girls from the canteen and a W.A.A.F. and her sailor And they danced the last waltz on the Hoe Promenade.

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