You think I’m an amateur brewer,
And you’ve brewed so many teas
I guess it must be so
But still I cannot see,
If the amateur is me
How can there be so much that you don’t know?
You don’t know…
You think you think you own whatever pot you drink from,
The leaves and kettles, some things you can claim
But I know every pot and tea and brewer,
Has an owner, has a flavour, has a name
You think the only teacups who are teacups,
Are the teacups who hold a deep dark brew.
But if you drink light orange tea of strangers,
You’ll taste teas you never brew you never brew.
Have you ever stirred the cream in with a lone teaspoon
Or asked the steaming kettle why he steams
Can you drink with all the poshness f the British?
Can you paint with all the colours of the tea?
Can you paint with all the colours of the tea…?!
Come brew the sacred herbals of the Asians,
Come taste the ancient flavour of the earls,
Come smell and hear the teas brew all around you,
The oldest caffeine beverage of this earth.
The lady and earl greys all come from Britain,
The chai’s from India, named by Portuguese,
It’s amazing how these teas come from all over,
But we all get to access them with ease.
How dark can the orange pekoe grow?
If you pour it now, you’ll never know !
And you’ll never stir the cream in with a lone teaspoon!
For whether we Like black or herbal green,
We must drink with all the poshness of the British,
And paint with all the colours of the tea.
You can own the leaves and still,
All you’ll own is leaves until,
You can paint with all the colours of the tea.
YOU CAN PAINT WITH ALL THE COLOURS OF THE TEA