Track 9 of the album Sunlit Porch · 2014
Saturday Market Basket
“A song for Saturday mornings and loose change. It's the one the small festivals sang back to us first.”
folk-pop · market folk-pop · sunny harmony · 2:36
Lyrics
Wicker basket on my elbow Coins jingling in my coat Past the man who sells the apples And the girl who sings a note Every stall has got a story Every cheese has got a name We come down on Saturday morning And the market's just the same Fill the basket, fill it slowly Plums and parsley, bread still warm Say good morning to the neighbours Walk together through the swarm Nothing here is in a hurry Every hello takes a while Saturday market basket Heavy, happy, and we smile There's a woman selling flowers Tied in string and paper bags There's a fellow with his honey And a hat that never sags You pick out the crooked carrots I'll pick out the rounder pears And we'll swap them at the corner With our laughing and our shares Fill the basket, fill it slowly Plums and parsley, bread still warm Say good morning to the neighbours Walk together through the swarm Nothing here is in a hurry Every hello takes a while Saturday market basket Heavy, happy, and we smile Some days I forget what matters Then I smell the baking bread And I know it's only this, love Hands held full and nothing said Now the sun is climbing higher And the basket's near to full We'll go home and clear the table Spread it out, a bright and simple jewel Fill the basket, fill it slowly Plums and parsley, bread still warm Say good morning to the neighbours Walk together through the swarm Nothing here is in a hurry Every hello takes a while Saturday market basket Heavy, happy, and we smile Heavy, happy And we smile