歌詞

A hundred quiet friends in rows

Are waiting on the shelf

I run my finger down the spines

Like keys upon a shelf

Each one a door, each one a road

Each one a little self

No hurry choosing where to go

The going's half the grace

Take the one that calls your name

The afternoon is wide

Some words are lamps for weary feet

And I could use the light

This one's cover's soft with years

Its ribbon's faded gold

It smells like every rainy day

It's ever seen me through

Take the one that calls your name

The afternoon is wide

Some words are lamps for weary feet

And I could use the light

Mmm... mmm... mmm

Take the one that calls your name

The afternoon is wide

Some words are lamps for weary feet

And I could use the light

A hundred quiet friends in rows

I'm taking one to tea