The Four Cousins

[Verse 1] There's a folding chair from next door and a stool against the wall, Nan says bring along your friend; there's plenty for you all. The carrots started early and the gravy's running late, But she knows who's had a difficult week by how they hold their plate. [Chorus] It's Sunday at Nan's, put another chair in, Pass the noisy stories round and let the afternoon begin. You can turn up feeling tangled, you can turn up empty-handed, At the table in her kitchen, every one of us has landed. [Verse 2] The cousins take the photographs that nobody sits still for, And Grandad's got a football score he needs to tell us all. The smallest drops a Yorkshire pudding underneath the chair, Nan slips another on his plate like she has never noticed there. [Bridge] Now some of us have children and some live miles away, We ring in from our kitchens just to be there for the day. I catch myself saying eat a little more before you go, And hear the kind of love that only years of Sundays show. [Chorus] It's Sunday at Nan's, put another chair in, Pass the noisy stories round and let the afternoon begin. You can turn up feeling tangled, you can turn up empty-handed, At the table in her kitchen, every one of us has landed.