As the flowers blossom in the midst of spring,
As my starving paunch longs for a pint of swill,
Without a flicker nor a blink,
There it goes, my cup of tea
As I start to change the fate’s desire
When the thunders growl in the heaven up-high,
The bitter-sweet steam of love and bliss
Cover’s the chills and lingers
the thrill
As the flowers gently wither,
angry thunders slowly tame,
though the time had flown its way
and the leaves turned ash and gray
Lifeless colors, countless dust
With a single light shining above
when the world seems dead
and the clock strikes 12
there it goes, my cup of tea