Donovan Teas
I strolled into a deserted seaside café All on a winter's day. I ordered up a cup of rich brown steaming tea >From an old lady. What happened to you, man, you used to be so free, Now all you do is sit and dream Of a fay girl green By a mountain stream. I strolled into a deserted seaside café All on a winter's day. I ordered up a cup of rich brown memories, Sat and I watched the sea. What happened to you, man, you used to be so free. When you were as a mountain stream Following a dream, Following a dream. What happened to you ? What happened to you