The Market Keeps Its Makers

[Verse 1] By the fountain, just past noon, i lay my little wares, Clay birds, blue-glazed and bright, and bracelets made with care. A child picks up a copper sun; her father asks me why— I tell them how a patient hand can teach a spark to fly. [Pre-Chorus] Then someone hums the tune i made For every shape and shade. [Chorus] Take a story home with you, Made by hands that know it through. Every piece has someone's time, A little town, a little rhyme. Sing it back and pass it on— The market keeps its makers strong. [Verse 2] A baker trades a laugh with me; a fiddler tries a tune, Two strangers find the same refrain beneath the canvas roof. I show a woven band of green, dyed with leaves from up the hill; The woman who spun its winding thread taught me that patient skill. [Pre-Chorus] Now every voice around the stalls Gives color to these walls. [Chorus] Take a story home with you, Made by hands that know it through. Every piece has someone's time, A little town, a little rhyme. Sing it back and pass it on— The market keeps its makers strong. [Bridge] When the last bright banners fold, We count the day in songs retold. Not just what changed hands today— But all the names that found their way. [Final chorus] Take a story home with you, Made by hands that know it through. Every piece has someone's time, A little town, a little rhyme. Sing it back and pass it on— The market keeps its makers strong. [Outro] One more voice, one more refrain; We’ll meet where the colors gather again.