Lyrics:

Sad music rains upon my ears
and I walk the streets we strode upon.
My long coat’s buttons are done up tight,
I’m cold, alone, forlorn.
My hands are in pockets not deep enough,
there’s a chance I might be ill,
but I’ve got a tune I rely upon,
and it’s better than a pill.
When seasons fail
and dreams grow pale,
I sing a song for happier times.
When seasons fail
and dreams grow pale,
I sing a song for happier times.
I leave a note on your step.
It’s not art, I’m not blessed,
but it’s honest and true.
When you get it please do
read it and test
if there’s anything left.
If there is, don’t be daft,
slip out of your pride,
step out of your shame.
I don’t want to argue
or dish out the blame.
I just want to see you,
to talk of things new.
’Cause there was that something,
and you felt it too.
We were both younger,
our love was a child,
but time’s older now and so too are you.
Maybe you’ll see what before you just wouldn’t,
for you’ve lost the blinkers that meant that you couldn’t.
Or your questions got answered,
or seeds that I planted
have grown into flowers.
Do you count the hours
until I’m back at your door?
I don’t know,
I’m not sure.
It’s a risk but it’s one I’m willing to take,
longing to hope and daring to break.
For you I’d do time
for my cowardly crime,
and I’ll risk it all
for one chance that you’ll call.
As I wait I will sing,
give that song everything,
right there in the street as loud as a drunk,
knowing your neighbours will think I’m a punk.
I’ll sing it to windows, I’ll sing it to doors,
to everyone else’s but most of all yours.
When seasons fail
and dreams grow pale,
I sing a song for happier times.
When evening comes round,
my vigil I’ve kept,
turning my head at every footstep.
This poor beggar fool who’s stuck on your hook,
though my heart’s losing hope my eyes, they still look.
For hours I’m standing,
like an old man I’m bending.
There’s lightning then thunder and I’m aqua-planing,
shivering and drowning now that it’s raining.
I’m once again soaked,
feeling hopeless and broke.
It’s so cold I’m shaking,
the clouds bursting in strokes.
Maybe I hurt you
too much the last time.
I’m broken and sad,
losing my rhyme.
It falls away in despair,
then I see you there,
framed in the rain,
sad eyes, dripping hair.
You’re staring at me
from way down the street.
You’ve stopped, so unsure,
you can’t move your feet.
Then something in you
reaches out across the storm
to the look that I give.
An embrace tries to form.
I walk towards you,
and you step towards me.
Though a smile lights your face,
I’m afraid that you’ll flee.
So I run and I run
when I know you’re not scared,
throw my arms tight around you.
You’re shocked, unprepared.
Without saying a word,
you cry into my chest.
My hands stroke your hair,
and my pain starts to rest.
You murmur a sound,
and I’m not sure at first
if you’re crying or singing,
but then the sun bursts.
When I know those sobbed words
you’re trying to sing,
I stand there and hold you
and take it all in.
That song was the sweetest
when it rode on your voice.
For you were its author,
its words were your choice.
With closed eyes I just listen
to the sweetest of sounds.
My eyes start to glisten,
my heart softly pounds.
When seasons fail
and dreams grow pale,
I sing a song for happier times.

"A Song For Happier Times Part Two" – Lyrics © 2025 G. C. Pate. Music and Sound Recording © 2025 Fox Hazzard. All rights reserved.