Title Music
I was wondering if the title music from Last Of The Summer Wine was made for the show or is a 'real' piece of music. Thankyou.
shareOn the DVD set of the 1995 series, there's a feature named "30 Years of Last of the Summer Wine". According to that the music was created for the show.
shareAh, alright. Thanks very much.
shareThere is also a version with lyrics which I believe was played at the end of the compo funeral episode.
shareYes, there are lyrics, and here they are:
The Last of the Summer Wine
The last of the summer wine,
The sweet bouquet of memories,
Of you and I, as time goes by,
I still remember these.
The last of the summer wine,
When passing shadows still recur,
Of golden days, so young in love,
And that's the way we were.
We had our dreams,
To change the world,
As people will,
But now we're known as the folk,
Who live on the hill.
The last of the summer wine,
A vintage love, a vintage brew,
And now my love this toast I give,
Thank you for being you.
There are also two other sets of lyrics for the theme. One was used for the episode "Getting Sam Home," and the other was used for Compo's funeral. The first one goes like this:
The color of summer's gone,
Of golden days when I was young,
Of girls who came but soon moved on,
Is in my summer wine.
The perfumes of earth and vine,
Of meadows when the rain has gone,
Of women with their finery on,
Is in my summer wine.
The memories I can see
Here in my cup
Of sweet short days, bitter days,
Now all drunk up.
The taste of the life that slips
From day to day, through fingers blind,
The honey from the woman's lips
Is in my summer wine.
And here are the lyrics from the episode "Just A Small Funeral."
Now all of his summer's gone,
Those urgent days when he was young,
Those girls he loved, but soon moved on
To drink his summer wine.
Now perfumes of earth and vine,
Of meadows when the rain has gone,
These friends with their black armbands on
Salute his summer wine.
The memories he left to me
Here In my cup
Of sweet short days, bitter days,
Now all drunk up.
The fullness of the life that slipped
The other day, all mortal pain
Free now to roam fresh hills and lanes
And taste eternal wine.
Beautiful, huh? I cried when I heard the last one.