Seasonal Hero Songtext
von Orlando Weeks

NARRATOR
Right, this is erm my place, number 25
I′ve been here a good while
Not as long as the wallpaper
But longer than the curtains
I live alone these days
My Joy's, sadly no longer with us
The vicar tells me she′s gritting my path to heaven
I told him that was unlikely
I think she might leave that job for me eh?
She was good like that my Joy
Generous Don't get me wrong though, she had a temper
She could boil water with a look
I will miss her for her funny ways
I will miss her for her turn of phrase
I will miss her company on the slower days
I will miss our sing alongs to Songs of Praise
I will not miss her soap opera gossip
About what he says and she says
And they says about what she says
But in all other ways I'll miss her
I read that at her service


If you only knew
If you only knew
I miss the sound of you calling
I miss your voice on the phone
Miss your out of time tapping, to the songs we both know
I′ve your lipstick kissed cigarette, you left in the tray
It′s the last thing you kissed, I can't throw it away
I miss missing you all day and hurrying home
But now I find loneliness and being alone
Two separate feelings, the first′s how I feel
It's the bowl that stays broken, the cut that won′t heal

As I'm still your man
I′m still your man
I'm still your man
I'm still your gritterman

I feel you beside me
Your perfume the same
Your head on my shoulder
You whisper my name
And so I continue in my old fashioned way
To say the same things that I used to say

I′m still your man
I′m still your man
I'm still your man
I′m still your gritterman

I'm still your man
I′m still your man
I'm still your man
I′m still your gritterman