No one makes tea like my Grandfather did,
how it tasted when you deep the bread into the hot tea,
The moist bread when it landed on my tongue, still hot with the honey flavours,
my Grandfather made tea, that's all I could remember of him,
his room always had hot water, tea bags and honey,
we had a tea man Grandfather.

Before I left him, Before I never saw him,
he was a tea man,
when I came back he wasn't there, he had left too,
but I did heard...