Track 7 of the album Saudade Sundays · 2020
Lemons for Lorraine, Last Stall Standing
“Last stall standing and a bag of lemons for someone who stayed late. It's a thank-you note set to a samba beat.”
bossa nova · bossa nova · cosy jazz · 3:35
Lyrics
The market's thinning, afternoon Crates are empty, humming a tune Lorraine is wrapping the last of the lemons Folding the awning, evening's coming Lemons for Lorraine, last stall standing Sweet and sour, and no demanding Take a bag, take your time Everything here is mine and thine Lemons for Lorraine, last stall standing Golden in the setting sun She knows each face by what they buy The widow's tea, the baker's pie A boy comes by with a pocketful of change She fills his bag, it's not so strange Lemons for Lorraine, last stall standing Sweet and sour, and no demanding Take a bag, take your time Everything here is mine and thine Lemons for Lorraine, last stall standing Golden in the setting sun Market days will come and go Seasons change, the soft winds blow But Lorraine will be right here Calling out, come near, come near She tucks one lemon in my hand Says for the tea, you understand I walk home with the light gone gold Her kindness warm against the cold Lemons for Lorraine, last stall standing Sweet and sour, and no demanding Take a bag, take your time Everything here is mine and thine Lemons for Lorraine, last stall standing Golden in the setting sun Last stall standing Golden in the sun