I am sorting out my tapes and this song came on. Beautiful.
Turn on the tea and let it brew
I like six cups not one or two
My nerves are shaking and my heart is breaking
It's just because of all the tea I take
Bring out the cups and honey too
Turn on the tea and let it brew
I don't care that she's left me
Just so long as the cupboard's full of tea
Poor old Budda turned into stone
That's why I drink tea alone
Budda made of stone and his eyes are ruby
But his thoughts and dreams are distilled in the tea
I'll drink my tea and sit and drink
Conjure up the leprechaun to dance on the steel
I'm drinking my tea and it's getting late
Thought I heard somebody pass my gate
I don't know and I wonder what's to become of me
Sitting up all night listening to the CBC
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