Lyrics
Nobody thought I'd take the prize At the village fete on a Saturday. A tin cup shining, a ribbon of blue, For the longest note and the clearest way. I stood on the grass in my second-best shoes, The brass band tuned and the children cheered. I sang like the roof of a great opera house And the whole green field leaned in to hear. Oh, I've lost on the grandest stages, But today I will take my small win. Give the little cup to me, Polish it up, let it gleam! A small win is a big, big thing When you've carried a heavy dream. Raise it high above the crowd, Let the trumpets and the timpani ring, Give the little cup to me, I'll sing and sing and sing! Mrs. Abbott baked a cake in my name, The vicar cried and the dog barked twice. A tin cup shining on the mantelpiece, Better than gold, and twice as nice. Give the little cup to me, Polish it up, let it gleam! A small win is a big, big thing When you've carried a heavy dream. Raise it high above the crowd, Let the trumpets and the timpani ring, Give the little cup to me, I'll sing and sing and sing! Some nights the curtain never calls you back, Some nights it's just a field and a ribbon of blue. But I'll take the cheer, I'll take the cake, And the bell that rings for the likes of you. Give the little cup to me, Polish it up, let it gleam! A small win is a big, big thing When you've carried a heavy dream. Raise it high above the crowd, Let the trumpets and the timpani ring, Give the little cup to me, I'll sing and sing and sing!