Aria - By Acker Bilk

ARIA- BY ACKER BILK Rushing home after doing a week's hard graft The lads running ahead, as the lasses laughed Washed and scrubbed best party frocks & suits Alas some young men no shoes still wore boots Then that sweet smell of perfume wafting pure Happy lasses there ready heading for the door Laddies all waiting to escort them all to the ball All proud and promptness giving it some wrawl The energy was electric, everyone gave their all The band was playing merrily within the big hall As evening slipped into the early hours of morn And the last and final tune played in sad forlorn No lad was left standing, nor lasses in their chair All on to the dance floor, last goodbyes to share Acker played Aria as each slipped out of the door With every heart gladden with Acker’s final score Hand in hand up the coming sunrise cobbled road With each doorstep reached, the music did erode Night of passion given to fall on Acker’s final note To one of the best tunes for Acker Bilk was wrote Indiana Shaw . . . Inspired by the music “Aria” played by Acker Bilk used in "Quoth the Raven" poem “The Tillerman’s Story”