When The Damsons Are Down - Martin Newell

Peach, pear, strawberry and lime

Peach, pear, strawberry and lime

Peach, pear, strawberry and lime

Short seasons run out of time

When summer has gone, you wake.

And you get in the queue

Nectarines and cherries gone too

One tangerine sun

In the sky

To blind your crowsfeet eyes

She was always shopping

In a market of far gone days

Fall of forbidden fruits in the autumn time

When the damsons are down

Light change, Constable sky

Mid-September and the stubble is dry

Fields hazier now… they plough.

And then the Michaelmas Fair

Diddicoi nights and a chill in the air

Then home with some wood

The first fire.

You sigh.

It’s sad but good.

She was always shopping

In a market of far gone days

Fall of forbidden fruits after lammas-tide

When the damsons are down

She was always shopping

In a market of far off days

Fall of forbidden fruits in the autumn time

When the damsons are down

When the damsons are down

And the damsons

The damsons

The damsons are down…