Alas, For The Effects Of Bad Tea

You Know, I've Had A Bitter, Hard Life Since I Last Heard Your Voice And If I've Survived It's All Because Of You.

I Never Told My Love Vocally Still.

I Have Fled My Country And Gone To The Heather.

I Wish I Were A Girl Again, Half-savage And Hardy, And Free.

Every Leaf Speaks Bliss To Me, Fluttering From The Autumn Tree.