Track 4 of the album Tin Kettle Hours · 2017
Won a Jar of Marmalade
by Wren Hallett
“I really did win a jar of marmalade at the village raffle, the only prize I have ever won. It's the happiest song on the record and I'm not sorry.”
indie folk · kitchen folk · playful folk · 3:32
Lyrics
Ticket number forty-two Crumpled in my coat pocket Village hall on Saturday Tea urn hissing, cake stall rocket They called it out across the room I nearly missed my own good luck A little jar with a gingham lid And I could not believe my luck I won a jar of marmalade The smallest prize in all the hall But I am walking home like I Have been handed the world, that's all Gold and bitter, sweet and bright Shining in the evening light I won a jar of marmalade And it's enough, it's enough tonight Mrs Pell was clapping loud The vicar gave a little bow I held it up against the window Watched the amber glow I never win a thing, you know Not a raffle, not a bet So I'll keep this ordinary joy And I won't forget I won a jar of marmalade The smallest prize in all the hall But I am walking home like I Have been handed the world, that's all Gold and bitter, sweet and bright Shining in the evening light I won a jar of marmalade And it's enough, it's enough tonight Maybe luck is not so grand Maybe it's a quiet thing A spoon, a slice of morning toast The small surprise the days can bring Tomorrow I will open it Share the first spoon with my mum We'll sit and talk of nothing much While the kettle starts to hum And I will say I won it fair At a table by the door Forty-two, my lucky number Now and evermore I won a jar of marmalade The smallest prize in all the hall But I am walking home like I Have been handed the world, that's all Gold and bitter, sweet and bright Shining in the evening light I won a jar of marmalade And it's enough, it's enough tonight