Track 1 of the live album Live at the Village Hall, Teacups Included · 2022
Bread and Butter Supper
“We opened with bread and butter because everyone has been there. The hall hummed along from the first line.”
folk-pop · live folk-pop · cosy singalong · 3:01
Lyrics
There's nothing in the cupboard but a loaf and half a pat Of butter in the dish beside the salt and one old hat We pull two chairs up to the sill, the evening turning blue And a plain and simple supper tastes like something new You cut the bread in doorstops and I butter every slice We pour the tea in mismatched cups, the milk is cold and nice A moth is at the lamplight, the clock is slow tonight And I think we have a banquet in this small and golden light Bread and butter supper, you and me Nothing fancy, nothing fine, but free A plate for you, a plate for me Bread and butter supper, happily Bread and butter supper, you and me We talk about the garden and the bills we'll sort next week The neighbour's cat who visits and the leak in the kitchen creek You laugh with crumbs upon your chin and I forget my cares And the whole wide world is smaller, and it's ours, and it's fair Bread and butter supper, you and me Nothing fancy, nothing fine, but free A plate for you, a plate for me Bread and butter supper, happily Bread and butter supper, you and me Some nights are feasts of silver and wine Some nights are only toast But I would choose this table, this tea Of all the things I love the most Bread and butter supper, you and me Nothing fancy, nothing fine, but free A plate for you, a plate for me Bread and butter supper, happily Bread and butter supper, you and me Pass the butter, pass the tea Bread and butter, you and me