Turn up for Turnips – a song 

V1
The Eastham Turnip turned its feathers toward the sun
And said to her friends
Here’s the day that I am done
Sitting like Buddha on my root in the Earth
I want nothing less, nothing less, than rebirth.

V2
It’s purple it’s yellow
Takes two years to grow,
The soil that feeds it is new as we know
Left here by a glacier that created this shore
It’s yellow, it’s mellow
Who could ask for anything more.
Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh

Chorus
It’s stew for you, it’s steam that we wish
We want nothing more than to end in a dish
After the first frost we get richer and sweet
Let us grace your table
A thanksgiving treat.

V3
Stay for a while in this sacred ground
The winter is coming
And we all stay around
Spring and then Summer is the time that we play,
But “No” said the turnip,
“Today is my day.”
Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh

Chorus

V4
This turnip was lifted from the earth to the air,
Her feathers were plucked off, her essence was bare
Washed by a hose as she road in a truck.
To be prized down in Eastham
Is a turnips best luck
Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh

Chorus