Laurence Overmire - Another Cup Of Tea? lyrics

There are poets In comfortable houses Clean beds Who write of gra** and trees and Flowers They sing melodies that concord On tuneful ears Sing babies to sleep And say All the world is well. ‘Twould be nice to be Such a poet To not know and not care Not really Not seeing, not dreaming Not alive, not dead Just falling Like a green leaf on a Summer's day.