Track 2 of the EP Everybody Sing, the Storm Is Passing Through · 2026
Lemons Stacked Like Golden Bells
“Lemons stacked like golden bells on the trestle tables at first light. A bright, confident morning song.”
classical crossover · choral pop · playful pop · 3:01
Lyrics
The trestle tables clatter in the early light Canvas flaps are rising, white on white A woman in a headscarf stacks the lemons high Gold against the grey of a morning sky Come on, come on, the scales are swinging Come on, come on, the day is ringing Lemons stacked like golden bells Every stall a tale it tells Weigh it out and call it fair Sunshine sold by the pound out there Lemons stacked like golden bells Hear the whole square ring and swell Bring your basket, bring your song Come and sing the morning long The cheesemonger winks and cuts a little more The baker calls my name from the door Children dart like sparrows through the legs of the crowd And the market hums its hymn, glad and loud Come on, come on, the scales are swinging Come on, come on, the day is ringing Lemons stacked like golden bells Every stall a tale it tells Weigh it out and call it fair Sunshine sold by the pound out there Lemons stacked like golden bells Hear the whole square ring and swell Bring your basket, bring your song Come and sing the morning long Pennies in a paper cup Hands held out and filling up Nobody here is in a rush Just the bright and happy hush Of a hundred friends and strangers Lemons stacked like golden bells Every stall a tale it tells Weigh it out and call it fair Sunshine sold by the pound out there Lemons stacked like golden bells Hear the whole square ring and swell Bring your basket, bring your song Come and sing the morning long Golden bells, golden bells Ringing out across the square