Iron & Wine - Her tea leaves

^CCome the evening of my day, dark birds in the^F trees and in her ^Ggarden ^CThough I'll be there somewhere too, the yarrow by my^F head where I have ^Gfallen ^CShe will lick her thinner thumb, and ringless finger^F too and douse a ^Gcandle ^CThough she never gave a thing, the way she says my^F name We'll be ^Gtogether ^F When autumn ^Gcomes, we'll be ^Fthere, jasmine ^Gstill in her ^Fhair Her tea leaves ^Gdry by the se^Ca ^CMany men behind her door have heard the bathtub ^Frun and longed to ^Glove her ^CThough she never waits for me, we never ask the^F time when we're ^Gtogether ^F When autumn ^Gcomes, she'll be ^Fthere, jasmine ^Gstill in her ^Fhair her tea leaves ^Gdry by the se^Ca