Track 2 of the album Houseplants for Company · 2024
First Frost on the Allotment Gate
by Wren Hallett
“I woke up to a sugar world, every blade of grass in lace. I ran out in my slippers to see it before it melted.”
indie folk · playful folk · pastoral folk · 3:03
Lyrics
Woke up to a sugar world Every blade of grass in lace I pulled my boots on over my socks And ran to the garden place The gate was wearing silver fur The spiders' webs were stars I blew a cloud and made it dance Above the bean-pole bars Oh, first frost, first frost, on the allotment gate Crunch, crunch, crunch, I'm out here early, I can't wait Cabbages in diamonds, puddles made of glass Winter's knocking softly, let the season pass First frost, first frost, on the allotment gate Mr Jenkins waves his flask From the shed across the way He says the sprouts are sweeter now For a morning cold as this day I scrape the lid of the water butt It cracks like a tiny drum I tap a tune on the thinnest ice And hum, and hum, and hum Oh, first frost, first frost, on the allotment gate Crunch, crunch, crunch, I'm out here early, I can't wait Cabbages in diamonds, puddles made of glass Winter's knocking softly, let the season pass First frost, first frost, on the allotment gate By ten o'clock it's melting Every sparkle turns to rain But I'll remember how it shone And I'll come back again Again So I'll fill my pockets up with carrots Tuck my scarf beneath my chin Wave goodbye to the silver morning Let the warm day wander in The gate swings open, wet and bright The sun is up and kind I'll leave a little footprint trail For the frost to find Oh, first frost, first frost, on the allotment gate Crunch, crunch, crunch, I'm out here early, I can't wait Cabbages in diamonds, puddles made of glass Winter's knocking softly, let the season pass First frost, first frost, on the allotment gate First frost, first frost On the allotment gate