Track 7 of the album Sunlit Porch · 2014
The Borrowed Spade
“Tom still hasn't asked for the spade back. We checked.”
folk-pop · village folk-pop · storytelling folk · 3:29
Lyrics
You lent me your spade in the spring, Tom, Said keep it as long as you need I leaned it against my back fence Beside a few packets of seed The handle's gone smooth from my hands now The blade has a shine on the edge It's dug out a bed for the beans, Tom And a hole for a little pear hedge Oh, the borrowed spade, the borrowed spade Is the reason that we talk Over the wall in the evening light With our boots caked up in chalk I know I should carry it back, Tom But there's something in keeping it here A tool that goes over a fence Is a friendship that lasts the year You came by in June with a lettuce And I sent you home with a jar Of the plum jam I make every August Though you'd never asked who we are You knocked on the door for a cuttings I found you a pot and some twine And neither of us said the spade, Tom We just let the old thing be mine Oh, the borrowed spade, the borrowed spade Is the reason that we talk Over the wall in the evening light With our boots caked up in chalk I know I should carry it back, Tom But there's something in keeping it here A tool that goes over a fence Is a friendship that lasts the year Some things you return in a hurry And some you return when it's time A thing that is lent with a handshake Is held with a kind of a line Stretched out between two little gardens Too fine for a stranger to see You keep it quite taut with a favour And I keep it taut with some tea Now the frost is arriving, Tom And the soil is turning to stone I'll scrub off the clay with a bucket And oil the old handle alone I'll walk it around by the lane road And hand it right back with a grin Then you'll say, keep it till April And we'll start the whole thing again Oh, the borrowed spade, the borrowed spade Is the reason that we talk Over the wall in the evening light With our boots caked up in chalk I'll carry it back, and you'll send it Right back with a nod and a smile A tool that goes over a fence Is a friendship that lasts a while Keep it till April, Tom Keep it till April