Londonderry Tea

The tea leaves bend
In fields of autumn,
The tea leaves portend
Sun Mountain winds.

The journey took seven hours,
a border crossing cut life.
You’ve been wandering time
toward what could be ours.

Sitting on Sun Mountain
Lake Ruse heads to sea,
With your plains and memories, 
You make yourself a cup
of Londonderry tea.

 

Betty Lee played her cards,
She’s had a fine run today,
They dug up your lot in Westerly
And found the broken chards.

 

Sitting on Sun Mountain
Lake Ruse heads to sea,
With your plains and memories, 
I make myself a cup
of Londonderry tea.