Chorus:G C GAll the dark clouds have passed and gone DAll the wild storms are o’er G C DSo with spirit and hopes, we’ll untie our ropes D GAnd head off down the cut once moreWhen winter dictates that your boat hibernatesAnd cold weather is sapping moraleYour boat’s lack of heat means your life’s incompleteWhen prevented from cruising canalsBut confinement to base takes the smile from my faceThis landlubber’s life is a boreThe roads are gridlocked, shopping gangways all blockedIt’s a lifestyle I’ve grown to deploreAs all the world’s woes disturb my reposeAll the news is disaster and doom‘Escape to the Country’? Yes, but not on TVI’ve a real life I want to resumeWhen snowdrops sneak up their heads for a peekAnd hear daffodils trumpeting springTime to bury bad news, there’s a system to cruiseAnd a song of freedom to singSo begone the depression that winter brings onIn the spring of the year don’t be sadCharge your batteries with sun, seek firm friendship and funFloat away down the cut and feel gladThat ..
All the Dark Clouds
I always found the words to 'All the Good Times have Passed and Gone' to be depressing, so I borrowed the tune for this song. It was composed whilst confined to land during a miserable winter, looking forward to the boating season.