Sylvye

You ask me to make those golden coins flow Flow from like the waters where the river you were born But nothing comes easy for me, you see? So I will recede to waist deep again Slowly Sylvye-- Slowly hand me that tea Coffee and Tea are the sweetest things to me Six strings I got-- Hell I just broke one today Five strings to go and I'm just a half step away I'm embarrassed about the rug beneath my feet and yet I keep pushing on Slowly Sylvye-- Slowly hand me that tea Coffee and Tea are the sweetest things to me