Track 9 of the album Ice in the Glass · 2012
Lost Umbrella Department
“A hundred umbrellas and no owners. I find that funnier and sadder every time I sing it.”
jazz · playful jazz · vocal jazz · 3:28
Lyrics
Down at the station behind a grey door Sit a hundred umbrellas on a wooden floor Black ones and blue ones and one with a bird Each with a story that nobody heard A clerk with a ledger and a patient smile Tags every handle and waits a while He says folks lose them in a hurry to be Somewhere important or home for tea Oh the lost umbrella department Keeps the rain for a rainy day Every folded wing is a small lament For the one who walked away A lady came in for a polka-dot red Said it was her mother's, so he nodded and said Take your time, we have all the time we need Rain will wait for you, it always does, indeed Oh the lost umbrella department Keeps the rain for a rainy day Every folded wing is a small lament For the one who walked away So if you forget what you meant to keep Or you leave your heart on a seat so deep Somebody's holding it, dry and tight Till you come back through the evening light Oh the lost umbrella department Keeps the rain for a rainy day Every folded wing is a small lament For the one who walked away Dry and tight, dry and tight Till you come back tonight