Besedila: Iron & Wine. Other. Her Tea Leaves.

Come the evening of my days

The dark birds in the trees and in her garden

I think I?ll be there somewhere too

The yarrow by my head where I have fallen



And she will lick her thinner thumb

And ringless finger too, and douse a candle

And though she never gave a thing

The way she said my name, we?ll be together



When autumn comes, she?ll be there

Jasmine still in her hair

Her tea leaves dry by the sea



Many men behind her door

Have heard the bathtub run and longed to love her

And though she doesn?t wait for me

We never ask the time when we?re together