Misc Television - The last of the summer wine theme
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Capo: 3
Tuning: E A D G B E
Theme tune from the world's longest running comedy series. I have included three
lyric versions (same chords). The first were written by Roy Clarke the original creator of
the series, the second version written by Bill Owen (Compo) and the third version written
for Compo's funeral after Bill Owen passed away in 1999.
Tabbed from a youtube video - capo on 3, key = D#
[Intro]
C F G C
[Verse 1]
CThe colour of Fsummer's gone
Of Ggolden days when CI was young
Of girls who came but Fsoon moved on
Is Gin my summer Cwine
[Verse 2]
CThe perfumes of Fearth and vine
Of Gmeadows when the Crain has gone
Of women with their Ffinery on
Is Gin my summer Cwine
[Bridge]
The Fmemories EmI can see Dm7here G7in my cCup
Of Fmsweet short days Ebbitter days
Dm7Now all drunk G7up
[Verse 3]
The Ctaste of the Flife that slips
From Gday to day through Cfingers blind
The honey from the Fwoman's lips
Is Gin my summer Cwine
Bill Owen's (Compo)lyrics
[Verse 1]
CThe last of the Fsummer wine
The Gsweet bouquet of Cmemories
Of you and I as Ftime goes by
I Gstill remember Cthese
[Verse 2]
CThe last of the Fsummer wine
When Gpassing shadows Cstill recur
Of golden days so Fyoung in love
And Gthat's the way we Cwere
[Bridge]
We Fhad our dreams toEm change the worldDm7 as pG7eople Cwill
But Fmnow we're known Ebas the folk
Who Dm7live on the G7hill
[Verse 3]
The Clast of the Fsummer wine
A Gvintage love a Cvintage brew
And now my love this Ftoast I give
GThank you for being Cyou
Compo's funeral lyrics
[Verse 1]
CNow all of his Fsummer's gone
Those Gurgent days when Che was young
Those girls he loved but Fsoon moved on
To Gdrink his summer Cwine
[Verse 2]
CNow perfumes of Fearth and vine
Of Gmeadows when the Crain has gone
These friends with their Fblack armbands on
SaGlute his summer Cwine
[Bridge]
The Fmemories he Emleft to me Dm7here G7in my Ccup
Of Fmsweet short days Ebbitter days
Dm7Now all drunk G7up
[Verse 3]
The Cfullness of the Flife that slipped
The Gother day all Cmortal pain
Free now to roam fresh Fhills and lanes
And Gtaste eternal Cwine