Polytunnel - Richard Dawson

Lyrics by：Richard Dawson

Composed by：Richard Dawson

Produced by：Richard Dawson/Sam Grant

Out the gate and up the lane

The allotment is calling again

I'm there nearly every day

It's my happy place

And when I'm on my hands and knees

Ears filled with crowspeak and buzzing bumblebees

The nasturtiums sway and worry slips away

Pulling up the turnips

Thinning down the carrots and leeks

Tying on the sweetpeas

Pruning back the branches of the peartree

Mucking out the chickens

Repairing a puncture in the polytunnel

It's Karen who was always the green-fingered one

I don't really know what I am doing

Would you like another cuppa

Could you manage a slice of toast

Or a little bit of soup my flower

Out the gate and up the lane

The allotment is calling again

Pottering in the shed

Building a new raised-bed for spuds

Sowing beets and broadbeans

Waging war on nettles and bindweed

Taking in the sunset

Repairing a puncture in the polytunnel