Fare you well, my crystals, fare you well my peculated grind. All the beans that were snapping, reached second crack, leaving you behind.
Going to leave this brokedown coffee, On my hand and knees, I will roast, roast, roast. Make myself a bed of chaff, In my time, In my time, and roast, roast roast.
On the porch, on the porch, by the Behmor I will turn my ear. Listening for the beans to make sweet songs, that will rock my soul.
Crema going to make me, sing sweet and slurpy, sing me sweet and slurpy all the way to awake. It's a far gone lullaby, sung many years ago. Mama, mama many pounds I've roasted since I first left home.
On the porch, on the porch, by the Behmor I will turn my ear. Listening for the beans to make sweet songs, that will rock my soul.
Going to plant Jamaican Blue and Kona, On the mountain's green edge it will grow, grow, grow. Drinking double latte's on the back deck, Espresso hits come and go, while I roast, roast, roast.
Fare you well, fare you well, I love my coffee more than words can tell, Listening for the beans make sweet songs, that will rock my soul. ~@~
