Joe Jung: Music
Tea Time
There's a kite in the clouds Take to wing with a boy that it captured Floating over the downs In the infinite blue of a fugitive rapture But where, where will you go After the clocks have all flown past the tide? Where will your fortune sail you now? Feel you under my sheets Body warm with breath low inviting When I wake you'll dissolve Gracious dream delightfully haunting But where, where have you gone Now that the curtains are drawn in this room? ...to touch the hair that is a field with the roses in bloom... You're going home Going home Gone As the wind carries stones In a gale cross prairie to shoreline We shall meet by the foam Walk the strand and gaze at the sunshine And soon is tea time for two You heat the jasmine while I play a tune After the springtime's turned to fire I'll be visiting you And I'll be going home Going home Gone