Track 3 of the EP Walk Me Home · 2026
Fog Lifts Off the Strawberry Stalls
“Fog sitting on the market square like a grey cat on a chair. Lena found the cat in the piano.”
bossa nova · bossa nova · market jazz · 3:37
Lyrics
The fog is sitting on the market square Like a grey cat on a chair Canvas roofs are dripping slow Lanterns glow, lanterns glow A woman stacks her berries red Every crate a little bed Fog lifts off the strawberry stalls Morning rolls up the grey Every face comes into view One by one, the old way Fog lifts off the strawberry stalls Hand me a sweet one, please The day is opening its eyes Slow and easy as the breeze The cheese man winks and cuts a slice Says the first taste is the price Bicycle bells ring through the mist Nobody here is in a rush A little girl holds up her hand Strawberry stain across her chin Fog lifts off the strawberry stalls Morning rolls up the grey Every face comes into view One by one, the old way Fog lifts off the strawberry stalls Hand me a sweet one, please The day is opening its eyes Slow and easy as the breeze Sun comes down through the paper bags Gold on the apples, gold on the flags Strangers pass the basket round Sweet is a sound, sweet is a sound Fog lifts off the strawberry stalls Morning rolls up the grey Every face comes into view One by one, the old way Fog lifts off the strawberry stalls Hand me a sweet one, please The day is opening its eyes Slow and easy as the breeze Slow and easy as the breeze