Track 10 of the album Halfway Home · 2019
The Fishing Rod Is Packed
by Zuri Bell
“My father's last day at work, and the first of his fishing days. I can still see his hat by the door.”
pop · warm pop · nostalgic pop · 2:49
Lyrics
Father's got his hat on, boots by the door Forty years of work and he's not working anymore Sandwiches are wrapped and the thermos is full Sunrise at the river, morning's calling pull No more meetings, no more rush Only birdsong, only hush The fishing rod is packed, no looking back Retirement's on the road and we're on track Catch a little sunshine, catch a little breeze Nothing on the calendar but what you please The fishing rod is packed, oh yes it's true Every day's a Saturday for you Mama's got the radio, singing every verse Neighbours wave from windows, say it's well deserved Slow walks to the market, tea at half past ten Time is all his own, he's got it back again No more meetings, no more rush Only birdsong, only hush The fishing rod is packed, no looking back Retirement's on the road and we're on track Catch a little sunshine, catch a little breeze Nothing on the calendar but what you please The fishing rod is packed, oh yes it's true Every day's a Saturday for you He remembers all the early trains Now he listens to the morning rain Say it loud, say it proud Thank you, thank you, thank you now The fishing rod is packed, no looking back Retirement's on the road and we're on track Catch a little sunshine, catch a little breeze Nothing on the calendar but what you please The fishing rod is packed, oh yes it's true Every day's a Saturday for you Every day's a Saturday Rod is packed, let's go