Slightly tongue in cheek recording, I think Tim would approve the “live audience” 
It was on the 8th of February
On a cold grey winter’s day
We said goodbye to Tim E. Riley
And his body went to flames
Down at Melrose Crematorium
There was only room to stand
The babies were crying in their buggies
As we sang “All Things Must Pass”
God wasn’t in the building
Tim didn’t want those prayers
The lady told Tim’s short life story
And we all laughed through our tears
Melanie led the kids out at the end
We put money in the cancer box
There was food for family and for friends
But I just got back on the bus
It was on the 8th of February
On a cold grey winter’s day
We took our memories of Tim Riley
And left his body for the flames
Louis Armstrong’s blue’s tune would be very fitting here. I wonder if this was a friend of yours? Simple and atmospheric.
Thanks Alex, and yes he was a friend. I’ll get it musicified in due course.
“St James Infirmary Blues” has withstood so many variations and lyrics that it is the perfect choice for these beautiful lyrics, poignant, melancholy and bereft.
Hi Mike, thanks so much for your words of praise. Means a lot.