Track 5 of the album Give the Morning Another Try · 2022
Puddle-Jumping in Our Best Shoes
“The monsoon rolled in like a theatre curtain and we all kicked our umbrellas shut. Pure joy in wet shoes.”
classical crossover · choral pop · playful pop · 2:47
Lyrics
The monsoon clouds rolled in like a curtain at the theatre And the whole street ran for cover but we kicked our umbrellas shut The drains are singing loudly and the gutters overflow And the tailor's boy is laughing with his trousers rolled up high The baker's pulling shutters, the old men play their cards The children in the doorway wave their paper boats downstream A bus goes by in a splash of silver, a dog shakes out his coat And the thunder claps its big hands for the show Take my hand, don't wait The sky is clearing its throat Puddle-jumping in our best shoes Let the monsoon have its way Splash it up, splash it high Sing along with the rain Puddle-jumping in our best shoes We will dry out by the fire Every drop is a drum, every roof is a choir And we dance till the evening comes Somebody's brought a fiddle and somebody's brought a pot Of ginger tea and cardamom to pass around the porch The neighbours all come stamping with their shoes in their hands And the lamplight turns the water into gold Let it pour, let it pour We have waited all the dry months long Let the rooftops sing, let the rivers run Let the whole town learn the song Puddle-jumping in our best shoes Let the monsoon have its way Splash it up, splash it high Sing along with the rain Puddle-jumping in our best shoes We will dry out by the fire Every drop is a drum, every roof is a choir And we dance till the evening comes And we dance till the evening comes