Track 10 of the album Sunlit Porch · 2014
Hang the Bunting Anyway
“We found a box of old flags and decided every day could use them. It closes the record like a village fete.”
folk-pop · fete pop · singalong folk · 2:56
Lyrics
There's a box in the attic of colourful flags Gone soft from the years in the dark We'll string them from porch to the old apple tree And we'll sing like a pair of larks It isn't a birthday, it isn't a feast There's nobody coming at all But a Tuesday deserves a bit of a party So we'll hang up the bunting this fall Hang the bunting anyway Who needs a reason to be gay Red and yellow, blue and green Prettiest thing you've ever seen Cake or no cake, rain or shine Your hand is warm and mine is mine Hang the bunting anyway Let's make a holiday of today You hold the ladder, I'll tie the knots We'll wobble and laugh at the sky The neighbour waves from across the way And a robin comes flitting by We'll boil the kettle and bring out the cups And the biscuits we'd saved for a rainy day And we'll toast to the ordinary evening That has chosen to come our way Hang the bunting anyway Who needs a reason to be gay Red and yellow, blue and green Prettiest thing you've ever seen Cake or no cake, rain or shine Your hand is warm and mine is mine Hang the bunting anyway Let's make a holiday of today Some days feel heavy, some days feel long Some days we forget how to sing But a string of bright triangles over the door Can remind us of everything Now the dusk is gold and the flags are all flying And we're sat on the step side by side There's no one to see it but us and the swallows And that is a good enough pride Hang the bunting anyway Who needs a reason to be gay Red and yellow, blue and green Prettiest thing you've ever seen Cake or no cake, rain or shine Your hand is warm and mine is mine Hang the bunting anyway Let's make a holiday of today Hang the bunting anyway Make a holiday of today