… and reminded of one of the nicest nights I had in a long time.
In one of my lovely friends houses, when the lights do down and the drinks are flowing, there begins a little sing song. The music usually goes from the latest singer-song writer’s offering to an ould classic by Christy or Mary. One of the last nights I was there, this little ditty popped up:
I love Mick Hucknall’s version because of the light tone in his voice but this song will always be in my favourites purely for these famous lines:
But how strange the change
From major to minor
Everytime we say goodbye