Song Length |
4:16 |
Genre |
Unique - Unclassified |
Tempo |
Medium Fast (131 - 150) |
Lead Vocal |
Female Vocal |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
Tea Leaves
You crossed my heart...
In the palm of my hand that you read
you said you saw me
Saw me dreaming and scheming
to leave these sleeping fields
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And you said "Dear, it?s late, I fear
I must be on my way"
You crossed my heart in your gypsy wagon
You crossed my heart
In the leaves of these teas that you read
you said you saw me
Saw me wishing again for the coming of Spring
I?ll be going far away
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Click-clack, What a racket!
Tin-cup, kettle and a picker?s basket
Clip-clop, horse a-hobble
He get no whip ?cause he give ?em no trouble
Bric-a-brac, stuff or pack it
Keepin? that stash like a magic rabbit
Ding-dong, dinner bell
It start ringin? and you run like hell
In that ball where you call to the ghost in my hall
you saw me
So I say "Will you stay? Will you take me away?
Take me away"
CHORUS
©2005
SJ Murphy
1770 Massachusetts Ave. #198
Cambridge, MA 02140
sjmurphy@murphysworkshop.com
617-504-4991