Track 5 of the EP Postcards from the Spare Room · 2020
I Never Win Anything (But Look at This Ribbon)
by Wren Hallett
“I have never won anything, and then I won a ribbon. I wrote this while still wearing it.”
folk-pop · folk-pop · playful folk · 3:07
Lyrics
I never win anything, not a single thing Not the raffle, not the draw But Saturday morning at the village show My lemon cake took the prize, hurrah A little blue ribbon, a little bit crooked Pinned to my cardigan sleeve I've walked it round twice past the jam and the pies Just in case anyone should believe Oh, I never win anything But look at this ribbon, look Second-best lemon cake in the county Well, the first one's in the book I'll stand a little taller I'll hum along to the band Small joys are the best kind of treasure When you hold them in your hand My neighbour says, well done, dear And clinks her tea against mine We eat the winning cake in the sunshine And the whole day feels just fine It isn't about the rosette It's about the flour and the care It's about all the mornings I stood and stirred And somebody noticed it there Oh, I never win anything But look at this ribbon, look Second-best lemon cake in the county Well, the first one's in the book I'll stand a little taller I'll hum along to the band Small joys are the best kind of treasure When you hold them in your hand Look at this ribbon, look Look at this ribbon, look