Track 6 of the album Saudade Sundays · 2020
Taste One, Friend, It's Saturday
“A Saturday market in four-four, taste a little, buy a little, stay for the music. I sing it with a smile every time.”
jazz-pop · jazz-pop · market swing · 2:47
Lyrics
Canvas awnings, morning sun Baskets stacking, one by one Honey jars and warm bread rolls A man with plums and a laugh that rolls Taste one, friend, it's Saturday Let the sweet juice run your way Pennies in a paper sack Never mind, you'll be back Taste one, friend, it's Saturday Everything's better this way A lady's selling lemon thyme Tells me a tale for every dime Her grandson ran the cheese stall once Now he's off in the city, chasing dreams Taste one, friend, it's Saturday Let the sweet juice run your way Pennies in a paper sack Never mind, you'll be back Taste one, friend, it's Saturday Everything's better this way A fiddler plays by the apple stand A little girl holds her father's hand Nobody's in a hurry here Every face is warm and near Tomatoes shine like little suns Everybody's smiling, everyone I came for eggs, I'm leaving with Three kinds of jam and a pocket of gifts Taste one, friend, it's Saturday Let the sweet juice run your way Pennies in a paper sack Never mind, you'll be back Taste one, friend, it's Saturday Everything's better this way Taste one, friend It's Saturday