Fifty Years of Mint Tea

You still hum off-key when the kettle start to sing Still twist round your finger that old tin ring Bought it at a fair with my last two pound Said I'd get you gold, but the gold never found And you pour me mint tea, darling, slow Same chipped cup from long ago My step is getting slower and your eyes are getting dim You read me the paper, and I read you the hymn We forget the neighbour and we forget the day But I know your hand in the dark anyway And you pour me mint tea, darling, slow Same chipped cup from long ago When one of us is called, and I hope that it's me Leave the back door open and the cups out, two or three I'll be on the veranda where the evening is cool Waiting on you, darling, like a boy outside school You'll pour me mint tea, darling, slow Same chipped cup from long ago