Submitted by Rambler in music

 Turn on the tea & let it brew I like six cups not one or two  Break out the cups & the honey too And turn on the tea & let it brew  I don't care that she's left me Just so long as the cupboard's full of tea  My nerves are shaking & my heart is breaking That's just because of all the tea I take in  Poor old Buddha turned into stone That's why I drink tea alone  Buddha's made of stone & his eyes are ruby But his thoughts & dreams are distilled in the tea  I'll drink my tea & sit & dream Conjure up the leprechaun to dance upon the steam  I'm drinking my tea & 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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