Track 6 of the album Sunlit Porch · 2014
Tomatoes on the Sill
“Real green tomatoes, real frost warning, real panic. The banjo-ish strumming is Posy's idea.”
indie folk · garden folk · bluegrass-tinged · 2:43
Lyrics
The frost was in the forecast so I picked them all green The last of the tomatoes, the hardest I have seen I lined them on the windowsill in a row of little suns And I told them, take your time now, there's no need to run Each morning I go checking like a nervous kind of friend Is there a blush of orange, is there a softening at the end My neighbour says I'm fussing, says they'll never turn But I whisper like a gardener, there are lessons you can learn Oh, ripen on the sill, little green hearts Catch what's left of the light before it departs Autumn's got her hands full, but she'll make room for you Ripen on the sill, and turn the colour you're due There's one that's gone to yellow, there's one that's turned to rose There's one that's still a stubborn knot, nobody knows But I'll slice the first one warm with a little salt and bread And taste the whole of summer that I thought had fled Oh, ripen on the sill, little green hearts Catch what's left of the light before it departs Autumn's got her hands full, but she'll make room for you Ripen on the sill, and turn the colour you're due Not everything arrives on time Some things come late, and sweeter for it A patient hand, a window's shine And what was hard grows soft before it So ripen on the sill, little green hearts Catch what's left of the light before it departs Autumn's got her hands full, but she'll make room for you Ripen on the sill, and turn the colour you're due Turn the colour you're due Take your time, I'll wait for you