Bring the Folding Chairs

Set them somewhere in the shade
We can make a little Saturday
Out of any kind of day

There's a patch behind the firehouse
And a kettle coming through
You've got cousins with a fiddle
I've got nothing much to do
Tell the lady at the corner
Bring the pie if she feels like it

Bring the folding chairs
Set them somewhere in the shade
We can make a little Saturday
Out of any kind of day

Now the children run the raffle
And the old men run the grill
Somebody's dancing with a walking stick
Somebody's learning how to spin
We were strangers after winter
Now we're swapping casserole tins

We kept waiting for a reason
We kept waiting for a plan
Then you opened up the shed door
Said I've got some chairs we can have

Bring the folding chairs
Set them somewhere in the shade
We can make a little Saturday
Out of any kind of day

Bring the folding chairs
We'll find a place for you