AS THE HOURS AND THE DAYS AND THE WEEKS
AND THE MONTHS AND THE YEARS ROLL BY
(George Formby)

George Formby - 1933



He loves her and she loves him, but her chance is mighty slim
Of ever getting married to her man

They’ve been courting years and years and fixed the wedding date
She was two hours early and he was six months late

All day for him she’ll cry, her eyes are never dry
As the hours and the days and the weeks and the months and the years roll by

You talk about a weep, she stands there ankle deep
As the hours and the days and the weeks and the months and the years roll by

They say better late than never
Two birds of a feather must get together

She's bought real posh underwear and said the maiden’s prayer
As the hours and the days and the weeks and the months and the years roll by

The twin bed by her side is still unoccupied
As the hours and the days and the weeks and the months and the years roll by

Each night no hope at all, her face turned to the wall
As the hours and the days and the weeks and the months and the years roll by

They say better late than never
Two birds of a feather must get together

She complains its so unjust, her trousseau's full of dust
As the hours and the days and the weeks and the months and the years roll by

How she sighs, sighs and sighs, quite an outsize size in sighs
She seems to miss the things she’s never had

When he said goodbye he kissed her on the mat
That only set her longing for something more than that

Where they used to meet, she stands and gets cold feet
As the hours and the days and the weeks and the months and the years roll by
She says she’s taken root, it’s growing through her boot

They say better late than never 
Two birds of a feather must get together

There’s a wart upon her nose, good gracious how it grows
As the hours and the days and the weeks and the months and the years roll by

Her age is twenty three, that’s all she means to me

She’s making baby clothes, and says one never knows

They say better late than never
Two birds of a feather must get together

Oh, she’ll never know for sure what God made husbands for
As the hours and the days and the weeks and the months and the years roll by


(Transcribed by Mel Priddle - July - 2010)