Framed on the wall behind the stairs
You've got her same brown eyes and hair
And though tonight she's gone for good
Her legacy lives I feared it would
Pour yourself a cup of sacred tea
And pour another for me
You always take yours neat smooth or smoked
Barreled in American Oak
And though you don't mean to carry a torch
Be sure the grave next to hers ain't yours
Pour yourself a cup of sacred tea
And pour another for me
And though heaven can't send her smile
You don't need to finish out the mile
Pour yourself a cup of sacred tea
And pour another for me
