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

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
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