Track 9 of the album Wildflower Wednesdays · 2020
Tombola Ticket Number Forty-Four
“The church hall tombola, pink ticket, number forty-four. We have never won anything, but we keep trying.”
folk-pop · fete pop · cosy folk-pop · 2:57
Lyrics
A fifty-pence ticket from the church hall stall Pink as a peppermint sweet We crossed our fingers by the cake and the cups And tapped our tapping feet They called out forty-four and we nearly fell Over the tea urn and the chairs We won a tin of shortbread and a rubber plant And a candle that smells of pears Oh, we won, we won, a tin of shortbread and a plant Who could ask for more, who could ever want Tombola ticket number forty-four Opened up a little golden door We carried home our treasure Singing down the lane A small win is a big win When you share it in the rain We split the shortbread with the neighbour's boy And the rubber plant sits by the door The candle burned on a Sunday night And we wanted nothing more It isn't about the prizes It's about the laughing there Two old friends and a paper ticket And a church hall full of air Oh, we won, we won, a tin of shortbread and a plant Who could ask for more, who could ever want Tombola ticket number forty-four Opened up a little golden door We carried home our treasure Singing down the lane A small win is a big win When you share it in the rain Forty-four, forty-four Opened up a golden door