Peppers And Tomatoes Lyrics - Ralph Mctell

This year in my garden I grow peppers and tomatoes, 

Peppers and tomatoes, they grow together well, 

And my neighbours all around me they grow beans and potatoes 

Cabbages and onions in this village where we dwell. 

And later in the year we will bring wine to the table 

Bring wine to the table, and reap what we have sown. 

Like my father did before and his father did before him 

And his father did before him, we will share what we have grown. 

This little patch of dirt, this little pile of stones. 

I can wash the dust from off my face, and skin 

But this earth is in my bones. 

Military vehicles are passing through our village 

Passing through our village with young soldiers ill at ease. 

Unsmiling and unshaven, distrustful and uncertain 

Distrustful and uncertain, and all smoking constantly. 

And my neighbours say "Don't worry for you are one of us, 

You are one of us and it will not happen here", 

But the next night at the caf, when I bring wine to the table, 

When I bring wine to the table, but they are sitting drinking beer. 

Last night the hand of friendship fell heavy on my shoulders, 

Heavy on my shoulders as I turned away to go. 

As I said goodnight some old men, some old men and young soldiers 

Were humming tunes and singing words to songs that I did not know. 

Oh this little patch of dirt, and this little pile of stones 

I can wash the dust from off my face and skin, 

But this earth is in my bones. 

This morning my wife told me that she'd been to church on Sunday, 

Been to church on Sunday, she had felt the need to pray. 

Our children were baptised there but it was just to please the old ones, 

Just to please the old ones, and I don't know what to say. 

Tonight, as dark is falling, I am tending to my garden, 

Tending to my garden, and the crop that I have grown. 

And my car is heavy laden, and soon I'll start the engine, 

Soon I'll start the engine, wake the children and be gone. 

Oh this little patch of dirt, and this little pile of stones 

I can wash the dust from off my face and skin 

But this earth is in my bones. 

My shotgun it is loaded, and it's hidden in the cabin, 

It's hidden in the cabin, and the evening's growing chilled. 

My mouth is dry, my hands are moist, and if someone tries to stop me, 

Someone tries to stop me, I am ready now to kill. 

Oh this little patch of dirt, and this little pile of stones 

I can wash the dust from off my face and skin 

But this earth is in my bones. 

I am watering my garden, when I smell the cigarette smoke, 

Smell the cigarette smoke, and I turn round in the dust 

And I see the glint of rifles, but I cannot see the faces 

But I recognise the voices that say, "You must come with us".