D Bm G The mist lies low above the water D Em A7 The frost is spreading on the ground D Bm Frozen leaves from the trees G Em Crunch beneath my weary feet D Em A7 D As I trudge along the towpath by the pound I can smell smoke rising from the chimney The stove is still alight and glowing bright With a log thrown on the fire For the evening I'll retire And hunker down with music for the night I've got hot water when I've boiled a kettle Battery power when the engine has been run The coal will have to last 'Til the coal boat next comes past It's been months since I last saw the summer sun When at last dormant nature awakens And hedgerows show signs of turning green There's no arguing with CaRT Winter moorings I'll depart And cast off for an enforced change of scene Where I try to befriend those frenzied boaters Who think boating is a contact sport They've seen barging on TV So we've a leisure boat grand prix For boats rocked in their wake they give no thought Then there's the threat of day hire dodgem Boats crewed by drunks in silly hats As they lurch from side to side You just pray they won't collide If they miss you going they'll get you coming back There'll be arguments, abuse, blood pressures rising Grumpy anglers, speeding cyclists, queues at locks It's not a fast way to slow down, It's a theatre for clowns I'll be happy when all this madness stops Then it's time to moor up for the winter No more crazy boaters, fingers crossed Falling temperatures prelude A seasons welcome solitude With only one companion - Jack Frost The red mist is draining from my system As white frost is spreads across the ground Frozen leaves from the trees Crunch beneath my dancing feet As I skip along the towpath by the pound © I H Bruce 2017
The Mist
Those who live on canal boats see all the seasons and there must be a great difference between their summer and wintertime experiences. This song describes an imagined scenario where a boater, who has survived a harsh and lonely winter on their boat, sees all the summertime antics of holiday boaters and rejoices as the peace of their wintertime existence to returns.
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