Besedila: Iron & Wine. Her Tea Leaves [Live].

and come the evening of my day
the dark birds in the tree
and in her garden

I think I'll be there somewhere too
the yarrow by my head
where are you fallin'

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
jazmine still in her hair
her tea leaves drying by the sea


and many men behind her door
haev heard the bathtub run
and longed to love her

and though she never waits for me
we never ask the time
when we're together

when autumn comes
she'll be there
jazmine still in her hair
her tea leaves drying by the sea