Track 9 of the album Amber Hours · 2021
Greens and Gospel at the Market Gate
by Nina Vale
“Mister Ellis and his collards at the market gate. It's a gospel groove you can eat.”
soul · groove soul · gospel soul · 2:28
Lyrics
Mister Ellis sells his collard greens Sweetest in the county, you know what I mean Mrs. Jones brings the pies in a row Everybody's got a song to show Wooden crates and a tambourine Sunday sing in the great big green Greens and gospel at the market gate Come on down, there's no need to wait Taste a little sweetness, pass a little cheer Everybody's neighbour when the stalls are here Greens and gospel, sing it loud Joy is a thing that grows in a crowd Little girl hands me a bunch of thyme Says, "It's free, ma'am, you're right on time" An old man hums while he weighs the beans Sunday's the best of all the weeks, it seems Wooden crates and a tambourine Sunday sing in the great big green Greens and gospel at the market gate Come on down, there's no need to wait Taste a little sweetness, pass a little cheer Everybody's neighbour when the stalls are here Greens and gospel, sing it loud Joy is a thing that grows in a crowd Clap your hands for the carrots and corn Clap for the baker, up since morn Clap for the table, the long table spread Plenty for everyone, plenty to be said Greens and gospel at the market gate Come on down, there's no need to wait Taste a little sweetness, pass a little cheer Everybody's neighbour when the stalls are here Greens and gospel, sing it loud Joy is a thing that grows in a crowd Sing it loud Sing it loud