Track 4 of the EP Ribbons on the Handlebars · 2014
Ribbons on the Handlebars
“The title track, written for the end of a market day when the light goes honey. It's the gentlest love song we have.”
cinematic pop · cinematic pop · folk hymn · 3:37
Lyrics
Market's done and the stalls are folding Light turns honey on the old stone street I tie a bunch of flowers to my bicycle Ribbons trailing, ready for the ride home sweet Loaf of bread in the basket, a jar of plum Someone calls goodbye and I wave my hand The lane is long and the hedgerows hum Evening settles gently on the land Ribbons on the handlebars Fluttering in the golden air Cycling home beneath the first few stars With everything I love to share Slow wheels turning, soft wind blowing Every hedgerow glowing Ribbons on the handlebars And a kitchen light to guide me home Past the church with its mellow bell Past the field where the swallows play Someone's waiting where the lamplight fell To put the kettle on and hear my day Ribbons on the handlebars Fluttering in the golden air Cycling home beneath the first few stars With everything I love to share Slow wheels turning, soft wind blowing Every hedgerow glowing Ribbons on the handlebars And a kitchen light to guide me home Oh, the little things are the whole of it Bread and blooms and a lantern lit A road that knows me, a door ajar And love, the nearest star Ribbons on the handlebars Fluttering in the golden air Cycling home beneath the first few stars With everything I love to share Slow wheels turning, soft wind blowing Every hedgerow glowing Ribbons on the handlebars And a kitchen light to guide me home Ribbons on the handlebars And a kitchen light to guide me home