Lyric

I found the porch by the cedar gate

Where the foxgloves lean and listen

Your kettle sang in a china plate

And the dusk began to glisten

You wore a coat with a silver seam

And eyes like a stolen ember

You said, "Come in, I know your dream"

As if I would not remember

You stirred the steam with a crooked spoon

Like you were making spells

And every leaf in the little room

Was telling on itself

Tea with the old storyteller

Tea with the old storyteller

One small cup, and the whole night fell

Whole night fell

Tea with the old storyteller

Tea with the old storyteller

I left with stars in my hem as well

Stars in my hem

You spoke of roads made out of rain

And a girl who outran winter

Of a lost king sleeping in the grain

Of a wolf with a voice of splinter

I watched your hands, so calm, so wise

Fold light into the saucer

Then you laughed and the moon arrived

In the glass beside the water

You said, "The truest tales stay near

The ones you cannot shake"

So I held my breath and kept them here

Like sugar on a cake

Tea with the old storyteller

Tea with the old storyteller

One small cup, and the whole night fell

Whole night fell

Tea with the old storyteller

Tea with the old storyteller

I left with stars in my hem as well

Stars in my hem

Now when the fir trees bow at dawn

And the garden beads with silver

I hear your quiet, carrying on

Through every crack and river

If I am lost, I know the way

Back to your little door

For one more tale, one more day

One more cup, one more

Tea with the old storyteller

Tea with the old storyteller

One small cup, and the whole night fell

Whole night fell

Tea with the old storyteller

Tea with the old storyteller

I left with stars in my hem as well

Stars in my hem