Track 5 of the EP Pockets Full, Flask Packed · 2026
Pockets Full of Windfall Plums, Late September
“The bell rang at half past three and we ran to the wall for plums. It's a happy look back and our newest closer.”
xinyao · nostalgic singalong · harvest folk-pop · 2:16
Lyrics
The bell rang out at half past three We ran down by the wall The orchard gate was hanging loose And plums were lying all Along the grass in purple heaps With wasps in sleepy rings We filled our pockets, filled our caps And laughed at silly things Pockets full of windfall plums Late September gold Sticky hands and sticky grins And stories to be told Take a bite and wipe your chin The sun is slanting low Pockets full of windfall plums And nowhere else to go You dared me up the leaning tree I shook it, down they came We pelted nobody at all But shouted out each name We sat along the crumbling wall And traded one for two A friend is someone who divides A plum in half for you Pockets full of windfall plums Late September gold Sticky hands and sticky grins And stories to be told Take a bite and wipe your chin The sun is slanting low Pockets full of windfall plums And nowhere else to go Clap your hands for the end of summer Clap your hands for the school-bag sway Clap for the ones who share the sweetest Clap for today Pockets full of windfall plums Late September gold Sticky hands and sticky grins And stories to be told Take a bite and wipe your chin The sun is slanting low Pockets full of windfall plums And nowhere else to go And nowhere else to go