Come the evening of my days The dark birds in the trees and in her garden I think I'll be there somewhere too The yarrow by my head where I have fallen
And she will lick her thinner thumb And ringless finger too and douse a candle And though she never gave a thing The way she said my name, we'll be together
When autumn comes, she'll be there Jasmine still in her hair Her tea leaves dry by the sea
Many men behind her door Have heard the bathtub run and longed to love her And though she doesn't wait for me We never ask the time when we're together
When autumn comes, she'll be there Jasmine still in her hair Her tea leaves dry by the sea