Track 2 of the EP People on Our Street · 2017
Peaches by the Pound, Saturday Morning
“The stalls unfold and the whole morning smells of fruit. Danny taps the crates for the groove.”
bossa nova · bossa nova · market swing · 3:15
Lyrics
Saturday morning, the stalls unfold Canvas and crates in the early cold Peaches in paper, a handwritten sign The farmer says, "Taste one, friend, it's fine" Sun on the cobbles, baskets on arms Everybody here is slow and warm Peaches by the pound, Saturday morning Nobody's in a hurry, nobody's scorning Honey on a spoon and a stranger's hello Sweet little market with nowhere to go Peaches by the pound, Saturday sun The week is behind us and the day's just begun The bread man hums while he slices a loaf The flower girl laughs at a neighbour's joke A boy with a carrot waves it like a flag His mother says, "Darling, put it in the bag" Sun on the cobbles, baskets on arms Everybody here is slow and warm Peaches by the pound, Saturday morning Nobody's in a hurry, nobody's scorning Honey on a spoon and a stranger's hello Sweet little market with nowhere to go Peaches by the pound, Saturday sun The week is behind us and the day's just begun Count out the coins, count out the change Nothing at all here feels strange Juice on my fingers, a grin on my face There's plenty of time in this friendly place Peaches by the pound, Saturday morning Nobody's in a hurry, nobody's scorning Honey on a spoon and a stranger's hello Sweet little market with nowhere to go Peaches by the pound, Saturday sun The week is behind us and the day's just begun Peaches by the pound Saturday sun