Track 3 of the EP The Morning Came · 2023
Sing It to the Washing Up
“Suds to the elbows, radio low and the garden glowing. Posy sings the second verse with her hands in the sink.”
folk-pop · kitchen folk · playful singalong · 2:28
Lyrics
Suds up to my elbows, radio on low The window's full of evening and the garden's all aglow You're drying up the saucers, I'm washing up the pans We're singing out of tune with our sleeves rolled up our hands Sing it to the washing up, sing it to the sink A little song is all it takes to make the old plates clink Bubbles on the ceiling, bubbles in my hair Sing it to the washing up, there's music everywhere The kettle starts its whistle and joins the harmony The tea towel makes a tambourine, you tap it out for me The spoons are keeping rhythm in the drainer by the wall Who knew that an ordinary night could sound so much like all Sing it to the washing up, sing it to the sink A little song is all it takes to make the old plates clink Bubbles on the ceiling, bubbles in my hair Sing it to the washing up, there's music everywhere Some folks chase the spotlight Some folks chase the crowd We've got a tiny kitchen And we're singing very loud The neighbours hear it through the wall And someone hums along That's how a little kindness turns into a song Sing it to the washing up, sing it to the sink A little song is all it takes to make the old plates clink Bubbles on the ceiling, bubbles in my hair Sing it to the washing up, there's music everywhere There's music everywhere There's music everywhere