Track 3 of the album Tin Kettle Hours · 2017
Pocketful of Conkers
by Wren Hallett
“Conkers were the first thing I thought of when I tried to remember being small. I wrote it in ten minutes and giggled through the second verse.”
indie folk · nursery folk · lo-fi folk · 3:37
Lyrics
Under the chestnut tree by the school The ground is all spiky and brown I'm twenty-six now, but I'm kneeling in leaves Cracking the shells open down There's a shine on them, deep as a river Like polished old wood in the sun And I fill up my pockets like I used to do When the autumn had only begun Pocketful of conkers, heavy and bright Rattling along in the fading light I don't need a reason, I don't need a plan Just the smooth little treasure in my hand Pocketful of conkers, shiny and round The best things in autumn are found on the ground My brother once threaded a string through his best And he swung it with all of his pride It cracked into pieces on the very first strike And he laughed till he cried and he cried Now the house is a few streets away And the chestnut's a little more tall But the leaves still crunch the same under my shoes And the evening still comes at the fall Pocketful of conkers, heavy and bright Rattling along in the fading light I don't need a reason, I don't need a plan Just the smooth little treasure in my hand Pocketful of conkers, shiny and round The best things in autumn are found on the ground They'll dull in a week, I know that's true They'll wrinkle and turn to a brown But for now they are gleaming like something I kept From the child who was never let down I'll set one on the windowsill at home Next to the cup and the book And whenever I'm tired of being so grown I'll pick it up for a look Pocketful of conkers, heavy and bright Rattling along in the fading light I don't need a reason, I don't need a plan Just the smooth little treasure in my hand Pocketful of conkers, shiny and round The best things in autumn are found on the ground Shiny and round Found on the ground