The pubs may be closed until Christmas, they say
It feels like the country may not open this year
This evening we went out with some tree stalks and spades
With a tree, the future feels very far away
Especially when they look like roots of thin-twigged fear
And the pubs may be closed until Christmas, they say
It’s so long since we had a pint and heard a band play
I’ve a fire in my head and a worm in my ear
So this evening we went out with some tree stalks and spades
Started digging, while chatting two meters away
Human contact has become a rare and sacred cheer
And the pubs may be closed until Christmas they say
In since March, we might get out in some way in May
But what way and when depends on how many are clear
This evening we went out with some tree stalks and spades
To put a little something in the ground for another day
Like a day when we can shop, when we can go there or here
The pubs may be closed until Christmas, they say
So this evening we went out with some tree stalks and spades