LIVE ON TEA

When I am old and my kids are grown
I might go off somewhere and live alone
Somewhere there’s no one else around
And a lot of trails to go down

Somewhere green and open
And grey and cold
Where there’s moss on the rocks
And the wind always blows

I’ll go out and walk and feel the wind on my face
And if I’m feeling like it I’ll stay out there all day
I might stop and sit where the rocks are closed off
And the sound of the waves is constant and soft

And I’ll take a few pulls
And I’ll hold it in long
And I might watch the birds
And I might sing a song

My house will be simple, lots of windows one room
And a bed and two chairs and a dustpan and a broom
A sink and some shelves and as neat as a pin
The windows wide open for the wind to come in

And I might live on tea
Or some crackers or plumbs
And brush the crumbs off the table
Into my hand when I’m done