Lyrics
[Intro] [Natural Gut String Pluck & Leather Grip Rustle]
Pluck, ping... laminated ash wood frame in the hand
A traditional elegance in the sporting land
[Verse 1] [Felt Piano and Nylon Guitar]
Vintage wooden racket from the seventies grand
Wrapped in tan calfskin leather on the hand
Natural sheep gut strings tuned to fifty-five pounds
The purest acoustic resonance in the bounds
Wooden press with four wing nuts bolted tight
Preserving the timber through the winter night
I play a gentle volley over the white lawn net
The sweetest vintage memory I have met
[Pre-Chorus] [Muted Cello and Brush Snare]
White cable-knit sweater draped across my back
With not a single earthly thing I lack
[Chorus] [Nostalgic Artisan Vintage Drop]
Laminated ash wood racket with natural gut strings
The sweetest peace that classic tennis brings
On the private lawn court of the country estate
Safe from every frantic worldly date
Play slow, volley sweet, feel the timber ring
The richest blessing that the sport can bring
[Verse 2] [Rhodes Licks and Cello Drone]
Strawberries and fresh clotted cream upon the tray
Ending another gentle summer day
We sit on the wooden bench beside the green
The calmest afternoon that we have seen
[Bridge] [Soaring Vocal Harmony and Guitar Solo]
Let the classic tennis heritage live on
Our glorious appreciation carries on
Wood, rackets, grass and loving grace
Inside this honest living space
[Chorus] [Nostalgic Artisan Vintage Drop]
Laminated ash wood racket with natural gut strings
The sweetest peace that classic tennis brings
On the private lawn court of the country estate
Safe from every frantic worldly date
Play slow, volley sweet, feel the timber ring
The richest blessing that the sport can bring
[Outro] [Wooden Racket Set on Bench & Strawberries Foley]
Vintage wooden racket...
Country club peace.
[Fade Out]
[End]