Track 4 of the album Windfall Plums and Weekend Light · 2025
Hang Up the Keys, Pour Out the Lemonade
“Thirty years of Monday bells, now lemonade. For Posy's sister, newly retired.”
folk-pop · retirement anthem · warm folk-pop · 2:44
Lyrics
Thirty years of Monday bells Thirty years of timetables Today she hung her lanyard up Beside the garden table The neighbours came with folding chairs With cake and paper bunting The kids ran barefoot through the grass And somebody started humming No alarm clock in the morning No more rush, no more warning So hang up the keys, pour out the lemonade Raise a glass to every day you've made The sun is slow and the yard is wide Come on and sing it, with the whole street by your side Hang up the keys, you've earned the shade He gave a speech, he lost his place And everybody laughed out loud She wiped her eyes and said, my friends I never felt so proud There's tomato vines to tie up tall And books she never finished A kettle on a stove at noon And joy that's not diminished No alarm clock in the morning No more rush, no more warning So hang up the keys, pour out the lemonade Raise a glass to every day you've made The sun is slow and the yard is wide Come on and sing it, with the whole street by your side Hang up the keys, you've earned the shade Here's to the early mornings Here's to the marking late Here's to every little hand That learned to write and wait So hang up the keys, pour out the lemonade Raise a glass to every day you've made The sun is slow and the yard is wide Come on and sing it, with the whole street by your side Hang up the keys, you've earned the shade Hang up the keys You've earned the shade