Afternoon Tea Songtext
von Linda Smith

Please you excuse me for five o′clock people
I've lost my last hat full of words
And my heart′s in the mood up above
The church steeple I'd rather have tea with the birds

Picking stolen kisses, poor Barnaby's scars
John′s losses and Harry′s games
Oh, what do they matter, my dears, to the stars
Or to the blue worms in the legs?


I'd rather lie under the tall own trees
With old rooks talking loud overhead
To watch a red squirrel run over my knees
Mary′s still on my back again

And wonder what feathers the wrens will be taking
For lining their nestlet's green
Oh, wider the shadow of boughs in a great bin
Shaking is such a lovely thing
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la
La-la-la-la, la-la-la...