Neon CurrentRadio Listen
Cover of Hang Up the Keys, Pour Out the Lemonade

Track 4 of the album Windfall Plums and Weekend Light · 2025

Hang Up the Keys, Pour Out the Lemonade

by Bramble & Rye

“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