Bosley in the Rain by Ian H Bruce (2010) Recorded by Ian H Bruce Chorus: We know the journey’s over We’re returning to High Lane As the Cloud rears up behind us And we do Bosley in the rain Cheering sun shines down upon us In our narrow floating home Time no more providing reference As the waterways we roam Optimistic, joyful journey Holiday or lengthy tour But the day comes when it’s over Time to return once more Chugging engine provides bass notes To sweet nature’s higher pitch As we enjoy the beauty Along man-made flooded ditch Silent moorhen and lone heron Contrast noisy cackling geese But the day comes when it’s over Time for nature’s sounds to cease Cruising Caldon or Llangollen Or where rivers weave their spell Our journey always brings us To a place we know so well Friendly faces swapping stories Of success and misfortune But the day comes when it’s over Time to dance to a different tune As red sun sets on the waters We bemoan the passing years Now those lock gates seem so heavy And we can’t move the paddle gear Friends are offering assistance But on them we won’t depend So the day comes when it’s over Time for boating days to end “The title of this song comes from a chance remark by a friend who commented that holidays always seemed to involve 'doing Bosley (locks) in the rain'. On the same journey thoughts of having to give up boating for good emerged. The first three verses are therefore about the inevitable return to base at the end of a trip whilst the fourth, which is rather depressingly about having to give up boating for good, can always be omitted.” - Ian H Bruce Recorded on :
Bosley in the Rain by Ian H Bruce (2010) Recorded by Ian H Bruce Chorus: We know the journey’s over We’re returning to High Lane As the Cloud rears up behind us And we do Bosley in the rain Cheering sun shines down upon us In our narrow floating home Time no more providing reference As the waterways we roam Optimistic, joyful journey Holiday or lengthy tour But the day comes when it’s over Time to return once more Chugging engine provides bass notes To sweet nature’s higher pitch As we enjoy the beauty Along man-made flooded ditch Silent moorhen and lone heron Contrast noisy cackling geese But the day comes when it’s over Time for nature’s sounds to cease Cruising Caldon or Llangollen Or where rivers weave their spell Our journey always brings us To a place we know so well Friendly faces swapping stories Of success and misfortune But the day comes when it’s over Time to dance to a different tune As red sun sets on the waters We bemoan the passing years Now those lock gates seem so heavy And we can’t move the paddle gear Friends are offering assistance But on them we won’t depend So the day comes when it’s over Time for boating days to end “The title of this song comes from a chance remark by a friend who commented that holidays always seemed to involve 'doing Bosley (locks) in the rain'. On the same journey thoughts of having to give up boating for good emerged. The first three verses are therefore about the inevitable return to base at the end of a trip whilst the fourth, which is rather depressingly about having to give up boating for good, can always be omitted.” - Ian H Bruce Recorded on :
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