Track 2 of the album Wildflower Wednesdays · 2020
Late Summer, Last Swallow, Long Table
“A long table under the pear tree with mismatched chairs. We wrote it on the last warm evening of the year.”
xinyao · garden-party folk · harvest singalong · 3:04
Lyrics
Drag the long table out beneath the pear tree Mismatched chairs and a borrowed cloth Somebody brings the bread, somebody brings the cheese Somebody's brought a guitar that's gone a little soft The swallows line the wire like a row of notes Getting ready for the long flight south We lift our glasses to the end of summer And the stories that come easy to the mouth Late summer, last swallow, long table Stay a little longer in the gold We were younger when we started singing But the tune has never once grown old Late summer, last swallow, long table Pass the plum jam down the line Here's to all the evenings we have gathered Here's to all the ones that will be mine Someone starts the song we sang at nineteen Someone else remembers every word The dusk comes down like a warm blanket And the happiest sound is simply being heard Late summer, last swallow, long table Stay a little longer in the gold We were younger when we started singing But the tune has never once grown old Late summer, last swallow, long table Pass the plum jam down the line Here's to all the evenings we have gathered Here's to all the ones that will be mine When the candles gutter and the plates are bare We'll sit and watch the first star show There is nowhere else we'd rather be There is nowhere else to go Late summer, last swallow, long table Stay a little longer in the gold We were younger when we started singing But the tune has never once grown old Late summer, last swallow, long table Pass the plum jam down the line Here's to all the evenings we have gathered Here's to all the ones that will be mine Long table, long table Sing it one more time Late summer, last swallow Here's to you and mine