Edward Sayers' Brass Band Songtext
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Edward Sayers' Brass Band Songtext
Mr Edward Sayers was 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.
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
Every Tuesday after walk hed walk to rehearsal hall
He'd clean his buttons looked his very best 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.
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.
They walked the cobbles of Chestergate and the crown of Christmas Hill
When the little boys and girls would call their names as they passed the hill
Edward held his head up high inside began to cry
I think that′s when he realised the band was about to die
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
Membership fell from 30 to 10
decline was close at hand
And that was of late a fall too great 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.
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.
His trumpet rests in a cared for grave on a shelf beside the door
With a photograph of his mum
and dad they posed for before the war.
Edward stares into the night; his face is filled with sorrow,
But he's thinking of joining a brand new band; he′s seeing someone tomorrow.
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.
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.
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
Every Tuesday after walk hed walk to rehearsal hall
He'd clean his buttons looked his very best 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.
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.
They walked the cobbles of Chestergate and the crown of Christmas Hill
When the little boys and girls would call their names as they passed the hill
Edward held his head up high inside began to cry
I think that′s when he realised the band was about to die
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
Membership fell from 30 to 10
decline was close at hand
And that was of late a fall too great 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.
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.
His trumpet rests in a cared for grave on a shelf beside the door
With a photograph of his mum
and dad they posed for before the war.
Edward stares into the night; his face is filled with sorrow,
But he's thinking of joining a brand new band; he′s seeing someone tomorrow.
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.
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