And the bands played,
Played in glorious joy
Bringing beauty to my heart.
Each band was different
Bringing different sounds
By the way that each band played.
Such a glorious day listening,
Listening to the brass bands.
Every year I go there,
Go to the Brass Band Festival
And am always given such pleasure,
Sad as well.
Some tunes bring memories,
Memories of times passed
When my wife and I went,
Went to the Brass Band Day.
Then I was in tears
The song they played was her song,
They played Misty,
It was played at her funeral,
Johnny Mathis sang
And Joyce was there beside me,
She then walked ahead of me
Towards heaven’s gate.
The brass band played it
And she was there again,
There beside me once more,
And the band played.