Lyrics

[Verse 1] 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 bumble bees The nasturtiums sway and worry slips away [Chorus 1] Pulling up the turnips; Thinning down the carrots and leeks; Tying on the sweetpeas; Pruning back the branches of the pear tree; Mucking out the chickens; Repairing a puncture in the polytunnel [Verse 2] 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? [Verse 3] Out the gate and up the lane The allotment is calling again Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah [Chorus 2] 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 In the polytunnel