Just a humble lending library, I could be so much more
I’ll be the centre of your world if you just come through that door
Bring your Real Bread Campaign, your flour and sourdough
Share your gluts, exchange your seeds and help someone to grow
I am the custodian of knowledge I want you now to share
Use me for your skills exchange, swap all that you have spare
Let me help in your transition to a low-tech life
Bring your darning, knitting, yarning, bread, cheese and a knife
Show a student how to darn, learn to mend your boots
Swap recipes for local food, starting at the roots
I have the books and DVDs, the peacefulness and quiet
On the high street, not out of town. I’m not inciting riot
Just a quiet revolution, a reclaiming of our spaces
From supermarkets and the like to people who have faces
Oh let your lending library become the place to dare
To make and mend and do and think, to cook and eat and share
Make me this year’s Valentine. I will be yours forever
Make me your mending library. Let’s get ourselves together
The hardest times can bring good things and I have waited years
Come on, baby, thrill me, fill me, with the language of ideas
