Teatime Songtext
von Stackridge

Goodbye, the fire has stopped burning
The bellows lie dead in the road
Goodbye, the mill has stopped turning
The miller has changed to a toad


Goodbye, the journey was touching
We saw all we wanted to see
I really don′t think I'll be stopping
I think I′ll go home and have tea

Goodbye, the stream has stopped flowing
The big sun has parched all the pools
Goodbye, the dream has stopped growing
A fantasy surely for fools

Goodbye, the journey was touching
We saw all we wanted to see
I really don't think I'll be stopping
I think I′ll go home and have tea