Credits

Singing and playing by CG
Songs written by CG, published by Gregsongs, administered by BMG Rights Management, UK     
Recorded and mixed at Gregsonics, Saddleworth, UK by CG
Mastered by Andy Seward
Produced by Clive Gregson
Design by Amelia Sanders
Photographs by Sara Porter

Thanks

Paul Adshead, All at BMG, Lorraine Carpenter, Missy Feeley, Ged Green, Andy Murray, Stuart Palmer,
All at John Pearse Strings, Sara Porter, Amelia Sanders, Andy Seward, John Stirling
Tracks

01: January
02: February 29th
03: March
04: April Turnaround
05: Mayday, Mayday
06: June Bug
07: First Day Of July
08: August Anniversary
09: Late September
10: October’s Here!
11: November Stars
12: Another Christmas Song
One Year (2020-01)
Lyrics

JANUARY

The sky writes postcards, I eat up every word,
Birds grow hungry at this time of year,
The moon wears makeup, but I still see his face,
I would recognise him anywhere....

The winter sun brings shadows to creep across my room,
Nothing tastes as sweet as wind and rain,
Precious daylight hours scatter damp perfume,
Morning darkness slow to fade away...

Fade away, fade away,
Fade away, fade away...

Solo:

When January rolls around again,
I make a list of all I have to say,
For new years have a habit of misplacing some old friends,
I turn around and they've gone astray....

Fade away, fade away,
Fade away, fade away,
Fade away, fade away,
Fade away, fade away......

FEBRUARY 29th

It’s the dead of winter, twenty two below,
All is still and quiet, all is ice and snow…

And out here in the country, there are stars up in the sky,
I’d stay up late and count them each and every night…

They say the stars are beacons for the ones who’ve gone before,
I used to buy that story but now I’m not so sure…

For the years have made me question everything I’m told,
Is that part of being human or part of growing old?…

Solo:

They say the stars are beacons for the ones who’ve gone before,
I used to buy that story but now I’m not so sure…

Somewhere in the distance, a new born baby cries,
Barely moments later, she opens up her eyes…

Will she grow up to be gentle, will she grow up to be kind?
She’s a leap year baby, February 29th, February 29th…

MARCH

March comes round the bend,
Driving rain, howling wind,
Gunpowder sky, no-one's friend,
And I, oh I, get the blues...

March stirs my soul,
Reaches in, takes control,
Barrelhouse, Jelly Roll,
And I, oh I, get the blues...

Normally I talk up a blue streak,
But March comes round and I can barely speak...

March talks in tongues,
Sorts the weak from the strong,
Can't do right for doing wrong,
And I, oh I, get the blues....

Solo:

Normally I talk up a blue streak,
But March comes round and I can barely speak, can't speak...

March goes on its way,
Lives to fight another day,
Leaves me helpless in its sway,
And I, oh I, get the blues,
And I, oh I, well I get the blues...

APRIL TURNAROUND

It’s Buddha’s birthday, it’s a rainy afternoon,
I am hoping eternal spring will be here soon…
There’s a hole in the cloud,
There’s a field that should be ploughed again,
April turnaround…

I’ve been thinking about the way things sometimes go,
Don’t you ever wish it was who you are and not who you know?
There’s a hole in the cloud,
There’s a field that should be ploughed again,
April turnaround…

Tall grass singing in harmony,
My mind’s running away with me…

Happy Birthday Buddha, two thousand five hundred and seventy six,
Wish I could call you, sing that song and ask “how‘s tricks?”…
But there’s a hole in the cloud,
There’s a field that should be ploughed again,
April turnaround, April turnaround, April turnaround…

MAYDAY, MAYDAY

Mayday, Mayday, hear me calling,
Mayday, Mayday, across the sky,
Every time I turn around, everything’s brand new,
Won’t you tell me where I stand with you?…
             
Mayday, Mayday, wires are humming,
Mayday, Mayday, chatterbox,
Everybody‘s talking at me, telling me what to do,
The only one I never hear is you…

But it’s not for want of trying on my part,
Our lines were crossed right from the start…

Mayday, Mayday, inconstant contact,
Mayday, Mayday, SOS,
Shaky fingers spin the dials, I’m not getting through,
Why am I a million miles from you…
     
Solo:
             
It seems I never learn from my mistakes,
There’s no forward motion while you’re standing on the brakes…

Mayday, Mayday, Mayday, Mayday…

JUNE BUG

June Bug in a hurricane glass,
Let’s make believe summer’s here at last,
Bottoms up, easy glide,
Who cares if it’s raining outside,
North winds blow, come do your worst,
Right now you know, I’ve got a powerful thirst…

June Bug, come out to play,
Make the most of your year and a day,
Love in the air and fruit on the groun
There’s a lot to do before the winter rolls round,
Life goes on as usual,
Time is short but the days are full…

Solo:


I can taste a change in the atmosphere,    
Put it down to the time of year,

June Bug in a pure white dress,
Pretty as a picture, I confess,
Never thought I’d see another steal your heart,
I assumed we would never part,
But now I know love’s a fleeting thing,
You can never tell what the new day brings…

June Bug… June Bug…

FIRST DAY OF JULY

My legs complained this morning, they don’t know where they stand,
Think I’ll roll back to bed, ‘cos I’ve been up half the night,
Another year’s already half gone,
It’s the first day of July…

I’m sure that time is passing quicker every year,
Can I just stop the clock, the march of time deny,
Another year’s already half gone,
It’s the first day of July…

Think I’ll drive into town, try to find a place to park,
Give up at the millionth attempt, drive home and sit in the dark…

It’s all downhill from here, mundane mystery tour,
What’s that I see up ahead, the finish line’s in sight,
Another year’s already half gone,
It’s the first day of July…

AUGUST ANIVERSARY

He loved to dance, he looked the part,
A great big man, with a great big heart,
He always was the best that he could be,
August twenty first anniversary…

She caught his eye across the floor,
She held his gaze for ever more,
She always was the best that she could be,
August fifteenth anniversary…

Solo:

We met by chance, maybe fate,
We learned our dance, now it’s getting late,
We live in hope, the best that we can be,
August seventeenth anniversary,
We live in hope, the best that we can be,
August seventeenth anniversary…

LATE SEPTEMBER

The way things are can’t last forever,
The wind may blow every which way,
Best prepare for heavy weather,
And live in hope of better days…

The sands of time are flowing faster,
I see the signs all around,
And it’s already late September,
And autumn leaves are on the ground, on the ground…

Solo:

I know I ask far too many questions,
I know that answers can’t be found,
But it’s already late September,
And autumn leaves are on the ground, on the ground…

OCTOBER’S HERE!

You might see sun, you will see rain,
It could get warm, then cold again,
It’s that time of year, can’t make up its mind…
     
October’s here, clap your hands, stamp your feet,
October’s here, a little bitter with the sweet,
October’s here, mix some highs with the lows,
October’s here and off we go…

You’d best wrap up, look at that sky,
But then again, best stay inside,
It’s that time of year, can’t make up its mind…

October’s here, clap your hands, stamp your feet,
October’s here, a little bitter with the sweet,
October’s here, mix some highs with the lows,
October’s here, and off we go…

Neither one thing or another,
October’s always been between,
A kitchen sink drama and the silver screen…        

October’s here, clap your hands, stamp your feet,
October’s here, a little bitter with the sweet,
October’s here, mix some highs with the lows,
October’s here and off we go…

October’s here, clap your hands, stamp your feet,
October’s here, a little bitter with the sweet,
October’s here, mix some highs with the lows,
October’s here and off we go…

NOVEMBER STARS

There’s nothing like the cold November stars,
Da da da da, oh, oh,
They’re lighting up the back room of my heart,
Da da da da, oh, oh…

November comes a-crashing through the door,
Da da da da, oh, oh,
November stardust on my front room floor,
Da da da da, oh, oh…

November Stars, November Stars, oh, oh,
November Stars, November Stars, oh, oh..

I’m all surprised when November comes around,
Da da da da, oh, oh,
My ears won’t recognise November sound,
Da da da da, oh, oh…

When bold November beats away the blues,
Da da da da, oh, oh,
Well, I go looking for my winter shoes,
Da da da da, oh, oh…

November Stars, November Stars, oh, oh,
November Stars, November Stars, oh, oh,
November Stars, November Stars, oh, oh,
November Stars, November Stars, oh, oh…

ANOTHER CHRISTMAS SONG

Here’s another Christmas song, raise your voices, sing along,
Another year will soon be gone but first a Christmas song,
Another Christmas song…

A silver band plays in the square, sweet sound of music everywhere,
From Bethlehem to Lancashire, 3,000 miles, 2,000 years…
     
Here’s another Christmas song, raise your voices, sing along,
Another year will soon be gone but first a Christmas song,
Another Christmas song…

The driven snow lies on the ground, the light is shining all around,
I close my door, keep out the chill but welcome in peace and goodwill…

Here’s another Christmas song, raise your voices, sing along,
Another year will soon be gone but first a Christmas song,
Another Christmas song…

On Christmas morn, I slip downstairs to empty table, vacant chairs,
The ones I love left me behind, so I share this day with all mankind…

Here’s another Christmas song, raise your voices, sing along,
Another year will soon be gone but first a Christmas song,
Another Christmas song,

Here’s another Christmas song, raise your voices, sing along,
A brand new year will not be long but first a Christmas song,
Another Christmas song, another Christmas song,
Another Christmas song…