Our Shabby Little Tea Stall

Take my hand,

Let's go to the shabby little tea shop,

Down the twisted road,

Where you can smell the mud,

Because of the rain wet road.

Let's hold ours hands together,

And whisper words of love,

Let's look at the moon and stars above,

While we wait for the tea to come.

Someone will play the guitar,

And someone will sing songs,

In that shabby little tea hub,

Love is all around,

Someone comes to shed a tear,

While someone comes to laugh,

Others just come to serve others,

And listen to every heart.

Kindness resides in every soul,

In that little tea stall by the road,

And when the cool wind slowly blows,

We silently whisper prayers.

The tea comes and we smile,

And drink the elixir of life,

Hand in hand then we walk back,

Leaving our beautiful stall behind.