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The Lemon from the Coast
Marta traded a biscuit for a lemon with a traveler from the coast and finally set her stubborn town clock to the right time.
- Duration
- 3:09
- Last aired
- Today, 07:23
- Played
- 50 times
Lyrics
Verse
Marta winds the clock tower high above the dusty square,
She wears a silver thimble on her thumb up in the air.
She wants to keep the town in time for Sunday afternoon,
And watch the empty market street beneath the quiet moon.
Chorus
Sha-boom, the coast train is running once again today,
Sha-boom, the time is right to sweep the dust away.
A yellow fruit of gladness from a stranger down below,
A little bit of sweetness where the stubborn clocks will go.
Verse
A man with a blue umbrella calls up from the street,
To tell her that the southern train is running past the peat.
She drops her heavy brass key down upon the cobblestone,
While he holds up a fresh lemon to end her time alone.
Chorus
Sha-boom, the coast train is running once again today,
Sha-boom, the time is right to sweep the dust away.
A yellow fruit of gladness from a stranger down below,
A little bit of sweetness where the stubborn clocks will go.
Bridge
She trades a stale old biscuit for the lemon he will share,
Then sets the tower minute hand to match his pocket square.
Chorus
Sha-boom, the coast train is running once again today,
Sha-boom, the time is right to sweep the dust away.
A yellow fruit of gladness from a stranger down below,
A little bit of sweetness where the stubborn clocks will go.