Last of the Summer Wine - Opening Titles

(clock strikes half hour)
(Compo) Who's steering?
- (Foggy) He's steering. - (Clegg) I thought you were steering.
(Compo) Well, somebody had better start steering!
♪ The colour 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 ♪
♪ A drink now to mellow days ♪
♪ The grapes forever pressed and gone ♪
♪ To girls whose warmth became the sun ♪
♪ And gave my summer wine ♪
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