Track 8 of the album Evening, Gently · 2023
Number Nine Never Says Good Morning
“Number Nine never says good morning, and I've decided to say it to him anyway. It's a very small campaign.”
indie folk · neighbourly folk · wry indie folk · 3:27
Lyrics
Number Nine never says good morning Just a nod behind the glass Bins go out on Tuesday evening Curtains close at half past I know the sound of his front door And the cough he can't quite hide I know the cut of his old grey coat But not a single thing inside Eleven years of passing Eleven years of rain Two hedges and a gatepost And a lane we share the same I think I'll leave a note one day Not much, just a line Number Nine, I'm Number Seven And the kettle's always fine He mended my fence in winter Left no word, just the nails I left a jar of plum jam On the wall, in the gales Next week it was empty Washed and set in the sun We have an understanding Though we've never said a one Eleven years of passing Eleven years of rain Two hedges and a gatepost And a lane we share the same I think I'll leave a note one day Not much, just a line Number Nine, I'm Number Seven And the kettle's always fine Some kindness comes in silence Some friendships come with no name But I'd like to hear your voice once Just to know it's not the same Eleven years of passing Eleven years of rain Two hedges and a gatepost And a lane we share the same I'll leave a note tomorrow Not much, just a line Number Nine, I'm Number Seven And the kettle's always fine Good morning, Number Nine Good morning