My Grandmother's Green Bicycle

Lyrics

It leaned against the shed for twenty years
A bell gone soft with rust, a basket full of leaves
She'd ride it down the lane to ring the church
And wave at every window, every sleeve

I oiled the chain on a quiet Sunday noon
Pumped the tyres up slowly, one by one
The saddle held the shape of someone small
Who never rode in hurry, only for the fun

Oh, my grandmother's green bicycle
Carries me the long way home
Past the hedges and the hollows
Where her laughter used to roam
Pedal slow, the evening's golden
Every turn a memory known
My grandmother's green bicycle
And I am never quite alone

The bell still rings a small and silver note
The lane is just the way she said it'd be
A blackbird sings from the old stone wall
And the wind is quietly riding next to me

Some things are handed down in words
And some are handed down in wheels
You learn the weight of love by how it rolls
And how steady the old road feels

Oh, my grandmother's green bicycle
Carries me the long way home
Past the hedges and the hollows
Where her laughter used to roam
Pedal slow, the evening's golden
Every turn a memory known
My grandmother's green bicycle
And I am never quite alone

And I am never quite alone