Chorus:
G C G
All the dark clouds have passed and gone
D
All the wild storms are o’er
G C D
So with spirit and hopes, we’ll untie our ropes
D G
And head off down the cut once more
When winter dictates that your boat hibernates
And cold weather is sapping morale
Your boat’s lack of heat means your life’s incomplete
When prevented from cruising canals
But confinement to base takes the smile from my face
This landlubber’s life is a bore
The roads are gridlocked, shopping gangways all blocked
It’s a lifestyle I’ve grown to deplore
As all the world’s woes disturb my repose
All the news is disaster and doom
‘Escape to the Country’? Yes, but not on TV
I’ve a real life I want to resume
When snowdrops sneak up their heads for a peek
And hear daffodils trumpeting spring
Time to bury bad news, there’s a system to cruise
And a song of freedom to sing
So begone the depression that winter brings on
In the spring of the year don’t be sad
Charge your batteries with sun, seek firm friendship and fun
Float away down the cut and feel glad
That ..
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.
All the Dark Clouds