Picnic Pie

 

‘Twas midsummer in the Southern Farthing
One pleasant mornin’ in the month of June
As I was gardenin’, I heard her singin’
She came down hummin’ a sweet picnic tune

Her song was lovely, yet it made me hungry
My belly rumbled loud, and I had to sigh
But in her basket was a well-kept secret:
She’d brought a homemade sweet picnic pie

Chorus:
She had no jools, no costly diamonds
She had the fairest eyes as blue as sky
Her touch felt warmer than the summer sunlight
And in her basket was a picnic pie

We sat for hours among the flowers
I munched the picnic pie and enjoyed her song
But as the night fell, she bade me farewell
And like that pie we ate, the spell was gone

Chorus:
She had no jools, no costly diamonds
She had the fairest eyes as blue as sky
Her touch felt warmer than the summer sunlight
And in her basket was a picnic pie

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About the song

Here are the first song lyrics I have written for the Songburrow Strollers, another kinship band of the Grand Order. Surprise, surprise: it's a pie song again! The song is best sung to Galway Shawl. Below my favourite version of the song, although it's a longer version than the one I wrote the lyrics for. Feel free to create lyrics for the missing verses!

Dervish - The Galway Shawl (feat. Steve Earle)