Track 2 of the album Sunlit Porch · 2014
Clothesline Sunday
“Posy hung the washing and I wrote what I saw. It's the sunniest thing on here.”
folk-pop · porch pop · acoustic folk-pop · 3:23
Lyrics
The sheets are out like sails today White and blue on the sagging line A wooden peg between my teeth And a breeze that smells of rain and thyme It's a clothesline Sunday, nothing much to do Shirts that wave at the neighbours' fence The sun is slow and the day is wide And everything is drying in the light Your striped socks dance beside my dress Two small shirts in a row below The garden hums with a distant mower And the cat has claimed the washing basket It's a clothesline Sunday, nothing much to do Shirts that wave at the neighbours' fence The sun is slow and the day is wide And everything is drying in the light I used to think that grand things mattered Big gestures and the shining road But this is a life, a pair of pegs And a Sunday held in a gentle hand By afternoon the linen's warm I bury my face in the scent of the sun I fold it slowly, corner to corner And carry the light back inside It's a clothesline Sunday, nothing much to do Shirts that wave at the neighbours' fence The sun is slow and the day is wide And everything is drying in the light Everything is drying in the light