Last Closing Time

A widescreen TV fills the space,
There where my grandad drank his ale,
With lifestyle statements all around,
The house that once was the Rose and Crown.

Where once we sat and dreamed a dream,
In the alehouse by the village green,
Along the roads across the shire,
All gathered round that welcome fire.

What's gone is gone for ever more,
As another alehouse shuts its door,
Where hearts of oak sing a requiem
We shall not see your like again,
How have we let things come this far,
When they call last orders at the bar,
And what can we call yours and mine,
As the landlord calls last closing time,
As the landlord calls last closing time.

Across the years and down the lane,
There came the Saxon and the Dane,
To lay the dust on summer nights,
We sat and put the world to rights.

Twas there we talked of many things,
The fate of radishes and Kings,
Till slowly all our troubles passed
Towards the bottom of a glass..

What's gone is gone for ever more,

But now, alas we must trust our fate,
To the men from the conglomerate,
Or those who tell us what we want,
Is another cafe restaurant.

Tesco deals in cheap six packs,
Brewer's rents and government tax,
While accountants with their swivel eyes,
Hover round the corpse like flies…

What's gone is gone for ever more,


I've heard it said, all things must pass
So come let's raise a parting glass..
And what can we call yours and mine…
When the landlord called last closing time,
When the landlord calls last closing time
When the landlord calls last closing time.