Track 1 of the EP Pockets Full, Flask Packed · 2026
Strum It Till the Rain Gives In
“Stalls folding and tarps going over, and we strummed till the rain gave in. The whole street joined the chorus.”
folk-pop · rainy-day folk-pop · driving singalong · 2:35
Lyrics
The market stalls are folding tight Tarps pulled over, grey on white But there's a doorway dry and wide And I've got a guitar and you by my side A crowd of strangers, shoulders pressed Shaking off the wet and rest Strum it till the rain gives in Let the chorus carry us thin Clap your hands on the puddled floor Sing it once, then sing it more Strum it till the rain gives in Let the day begin again Every drop is a drum for us Singing loud and making a fuss The baker's passing out warm rolls The florist sings the high old notes A boy beats time on an upturned crate And the whole street sings and we're running late Nobody minds, nobody cares Music's a roof for whoever dares Strum it till the rain gives in Let the chorus carry us thin Clap your hands on the puddled floor Sing it once, then sing it more Strum it till the rain gives in Let the day begin again Every drop is a drum for us Singing loud and making a fuss Grey skies, grey skies, let them stay We've got a tune for every day Hold my hand and hold the beat Dance a little in the street Strum it till the rain gives in Let the chorus carry us thin Clap your hands on the puddled floor Sing it once, then sing it more Strum it till the rain gives in Let the day begin again Every drop is a drum for us Singing loud and making a fuss Strum it till the rain gives in Let the day begin again