Woorden: Peter Von Poehl. Going To Where The Tea Trees Are.

I fell just before.
I don't know why.
Just couldn't walk anymore,
something in my way.
Now my steps are smaller,
a little smaller than before.

So I will go to where the tea trees turn to wine.
I'll be just fine,
it takes a believer sometimes.

So I will go
to where the tea trees are.
Climbing over question marks,
need to straighten some out.
Take them off my shoulder,
put some space between.

So I will go to where the tea trees turn to wine.
I'll be just fine,
it takes a believer sometimes

(Thanks to Sandra for these lyrics)