Track 9 of the album Last Ferry Across · 2024
Heirloom Tomatoes and a Slow Saturday
“Saturday morning, the folding tables out, a banjo about. I came home to the market and put it last because it felt like arriving.”
country · farmers-market country · smooth banjo twang · 3:49
Lyrics
Saturday morning, the folding tables out Canvas tents flapping, a banjo about You're weighing the tomatoes like they're gold Red and yellow, striped and bold I came for the honey, I stayed for your smile You said, you can't rush a peach, take a while The farmer wraps my change in a paper sack And I'm hoping that you'll walk me back Slow Saturday, sweet as a summer plum Sun on your shoulders, no hurry to come Heirloom tomatoes and your hand in mine We've got all morning, and the whole day's fine Sample of cheddar on a toothpick tip Fresh cut flowers and a coffee sip You hum along to the fiddle by the gate Honey, I'd walk these rows till it gets late Slow Saturday, sweet as a summer plum Sun on your shoulders, no hurry to come Heirloom tomatoes and your hand in mine We've got all morning, and the whole day's fine Somewhere between the corn and the cherry pie I lost my heart, and I don't know why Or maybe I do, it's the way you laugh At the little things, on the gravel path Slow Saturday, sweet as a summer plum Sun on your shoulders, no hurry to come Heirloom tomatoes and your hand in mine We've got all morning, and the whole day's fine Paper sack of peaches, and you by my side Slow Saturday, let it ride