Bring Me Your Tea Lyrics - The Elms

I've been working on the land, hot sun got to me 

Think I may be dying, bring me your tea 

Sheep in the thicket, fruit on the tree 

I work till I'm bleeding, bring me your tea 

The copper is the trade now, who'd ever think 

There are men finding money down in the drink 

My gun is more faithful than I'll ever be 

If war has me thirsty, bring me your tea 

I don't get no opinion with four mouths to feed 

I'd sell off my future to get what we need 

Well, this is my burden, it's all I can see 

If life has me weary, bring me your tea