Fic!
Title: Tea for the Tillerman
Author:thefloatingbear
Pairing: William Moseley/Skandar Keynes
Rating: PG-13, for swearing I guess.
Disclaimer: I believe William Moseley likes tea and Cat Stevens, the rest is fiction.
Summar: The boys time during filming. Much stream-of-consciousness, random William-Will switching and other nonsence.
A friend is one who knows us, but loves us anyway.
- Jerome Cummings
1.
When William meets Anna he thinks he may have found the one girl in the world who he can actually be mates with. Anna doesn't mind him burping obnoxiously after drinking 10 pepsis in a row. She just gently suggests to him that next time he should stop at two, as it turns out that craft services will keep giving them to him until he says no, and will never run out after all.
When William meets Georgie he thinks he may have found the little sister he never had. Georgie lets him swing her round and round until she looks slightly green and she gamely puts up with him telling her constantly to keep out of Tilda's way. Tilda worries him.
They are a happy band, and Peter feels the weight in his chest that has been pressing quite consistently since his father left, lift gradually.
2.
The boy who will be Edmund comes later. William hears the gossip, 'some guy from London', proper drama school ponce, no doubt. William is worried, wants to protect the balance he has with the girls, feels instinctively that if they've cast the wrong person, the whole film will fall apart, and he wants this to work, needs it so badly.
Andrew calls them in to greet their new 'brother;' over excited strung out. William thinks Andrew's a child himself, trapped in a man's body, but that doesn't stop him smiling inspite of himself at his innocent enthusiasm. William sits at Andrew's desk and begins to doodle stars on the scrap pieces of paper. He is so involved that he misses the newcomers' introduction and only manages to say 'who?' before the boy enters the room. William will hold himself back for once, a skill which the stunt co-ordinators refuse to believe he posesses. He resolves to judge this boy before getting involved. He hears the name again on Andrew's lips and says it under his breath a few times, getting used to the alien sound 'Skandar Keynes Skandar Keynes, SkandarSkandar'.
The newest Pevensie sits next to Anna, clasps his hands together and looks around rapidly, like some sort of animal, taking everything in. His red converse shoes tap tap on the carpet. He seems slightly in awe of everything and William wants to laugh at him for being a scared kid. But then Skandar's gaze falls on Georgie and he gives her a mischevious wink. Will begins to wonder exactly what is going to happen now.
They leave the meeting and William has still not spoken to Skandar. He feels that if he doesn't soon, it may become this weird thing, like he would never be able to speak to the boy, ever.
William wonders desperately if there's a plane back to Gloucester within the next ten minutes, and if he is coward enough to jump on it.
Skandar turns suddenly, and William realises he has been trailing his heels, helplessly.
Brown eyes fix on him and William is too busy trying to work out why they look so strange like he has no pupils that he doesn't realise Skandar has asked him a question. He stands there, feeling ridiculous as Skandar repeats, exasperated,
"I said, is there anything to eat round here?"
William points vaguely in the direction of the food truck, and suddenly Skandar is gone and William is left standing in the middle of the parking lot. Anna appears next him, having stayed behind to talk with Andrew. She nudges him in the ribs,
"Will you just go and talk to him! He'll think you're a loony otherwise! I already heard him asking Georgie if you had some sort of mental problems!"
William's face crumples and she adds "for fucks sake Will, he's just a kid!"
William stares at her then, this girl, his best friend, trying to say fuck like she did it every day, and knows he can't run away now. He hugs her briefly then strides over to the truck, mumuring 'I'm the fucking king of Narnia, I need to get over myself' under his breath.
Skandar looks cross as Will pulls the pastry out of his hand and Will thinks that may be the best expression he has ever seen on someone's face.
"No need to eat them all at once, Skandar" he says, stretching his mouth around the name.
3.
So they fit together fine, and William forgets that he ever doubted otherwise. New Zealand is beautiful and with all the fun they have it's easy to forget that time is passing, or that the world still goes on outside their little family. It's only sometimes, when he stands inside his door at his house that the crushing loneliness rushes in. He realises later, that it is because that's the only time he lets it.
He spends his time alone making tea and listening to music. He has a cupboard just for tea, and nobody will ever realise what joy this brings him. He has all kinds of tea; Camomile, Lemon and Ginger, Earl Grey...even PG Tips he found in a shop selling stuff from Britain. He likes to open the cupboard, to sort through and keep them tidy, so that if any visitors ever ask for tea, he will be able to casually stand in front of it and say "What kind?" Of course, this hasn't happened yet and sometimes Will wonders if it's all wrong, and that tea should really be in a chest. At those times, he organises the cds. Most of them given to him, now he has money but no time to buy his own. The first one in the row, always, is an old Cat Stevens one, given to him by his father. This is living by yourself Will thinks, running his hand along the line of cds, this is growing up.
He thinks he is alone in this strangeness. He is after all, out on his own, King Peter, bearing a lot of weight on his shoulders. Anna is as calm as ever, which used to make him feel peaceful. Now he feels annoyed that she doesn't feel like he does. She doesn't go home and worry about what would happen if New Zealand fell off the edge of the earth, and how long would it take people to notice.
He begins to feel unthinkable resentment towards Georgie, of all people. Protected and coddled by all around her, she and James seem to have their own private language. James can make her laugh with one wiggle of his nose. Will feels too old for all that now..he doesn't have time.
Skandar does Tae Kwon Do in between takes. He persuades Andrew to let him have his cornet shipped over and has a week of unrestrained mischief, sneaking up to people and blowing it hard into their ears before it is sent away again. Most days William feels more exhausted when he wakes up, than when he went to sleep. One day, Sally spots the dark circles around his eyes, and tuts as she has to go and fetch concealer from the makeup van. When she is gone, Skandar bounds through the door, and stands in front of Will, grinning crazilly.
"Ok, so I have this idea, we're all coming round to your house tonight, and we can play videogames, and watch movies, and order takeaway and...and...."
Will rolls his eyes, that sounds like his worst nightmare.
"Yeah, ok Skan, we'll do it."
Skandar beams as if Will has promised him all the Treasures of Egypt, then bounds back out of the room, just missing Sally re-entering.
Will looks at her and shrugs, but the lines on his forehead have faded.
4.
That night he opens and closes the tea cupboard, only once; then grabs coke and crisps and dumps them on the lounge coffee table. He feels tense and considered turning off all the lights and pretending he's not in. The doorbell rings and he thinks desperately 'who rings doorbells anymore' as he wrenches the door open to find One Grinning Boy, namely Mr Skandar Keynes.
"The others couldn't come. So it's you and me my friend, brothers, alone"
He thrusts a small bottle into Will's hand and pushes past him into the house.
Will looks down "What's this?"
"Whiskey" Skandar breathes, "stolen from James." he looks triumphant and the words "I did have a pub at my school y'know', form unspoken on William's tongue.
They watch 'The Prisoner of Azkaban' because William secretly wants to study Daniel Radcliffe for signs of fatigue...and because Skandar likes the hippogriff.
Skandar, it turns out, is rubbish at computer games and insists on getting killed before he can pass even one level. Will is glad, the colours make his head buzz and he finds Skandar twisting and jolting beside him (trying not to die) makes him feel nauseous.
Skandar pours the whiskey out equally and holds his 'Save the penguins' mug aloft, as if it is a magical chalice. Will feels laughter bubbling inside him, and has to bite his lip hard to stop it running out. They drink together in toast, and Will wonders if he has completed some kind of sacred vow, without meaning to. Skandar leaves an hour later. Of course, neither of them are at all tipsy, but for Will, everything is suddenly fuzzy round the edges, as if he'd taken one too many nurofen.
Patience is the key to relief
-Syrian Proverb
5.
He watches Skandar after that. Like he did when they first met, and hasn’t been brave enough to since. He sees that Skandar’s ever present energy on set, quicky turns to lethargy when the car arrives at the end of the day. He sees a faint, but grateful smile on that ever mobile face, as Skandar leans back against the leather seat. At these times, Skandar is still, and it is a thing to see that those widely flailing limbs are made of skinny teenage-boy arms and knobbly knees at rest. When Skandars dark eyelashes, so unlike his own, rest against freckled cheeks in sleep, Will feels calm for the first time
in months.
He only realises he’s been staring when Skandar cracks one eye open and snaps
“Take a picture, it’ll last longer!”
William startles at the childlike retort and sits in stunned silence until the end of the drive. As he gets out, Skandar looks uncomfortable, he seems to think he has upset Will. Will can only stare at him like he has never seen him before.
“Listen Will, I’m still ok to come round later right?”
William nods, wondering where his own wide vocabulary has gone to.
Skandar gives him a final guilty look, then slams the car door shut.
They raid Will’s cd collection and he tries not to mind that Skandar disregards his careful system and puts Wham back next to Tori Amos. He plays Skandar “Tea for the Tillerman’ and watches his face scrunch up in dislike.
“You seriously need some new tunes mate!”
Will considers showing him the tea cupboard, then decides against it.
The difficulty lies, not in the new ideas, but in escaping the old ones, which ramify, for those brought up as most of us have been, into every corner of our minds
-John Maynard Keynes
6.
Their months in Prague are as unreal as the city itself. A chocolate box, fairytale place, it seems less of this world than that of Narnia. Skandar takes great delight in listing the infamous red light districts, even though Will knows for a fact he has never been anywhere near them, if he had, Will would have been with him. The two boys share a room and Will quickly develops a strange kind of insomnia, where he falls asleep the instant he head hits the pillow, then wakes, without fail, at 3am. He sits blinking in the darkness, wondering how his body clock knows the time, when he has to scramble for his digital watch on the table that sits between his bed and Skandar’s. The other boy never wakes. William spends hours listening to his steady breathing, until his own mind falls gratefully back into a dreamless stupor. He carries on like this for the rest of the trip.
On the plane back to Christchurch William watches Skandar sleep and wonders if he will wake up at 3am for the rest of life, or if the spell will break when he is back in his own bed.
Strange how this journey's hurting
In ways we accept as part of fate's decree
-Vienna Teng, Eric’s song
7.
The day Skandar tries to put his on his breastplate and it doesn't fit William knows too much time has passed to ever go back. Anna looks like a young woman now, shedding girlhood painlessly, as it was simply an old outfit she was tired of. James has been spending less and less time with Georgie, as her hair grows past her shoulders and she starts to wear lower slung jeans. When William looks in the mirror he sees something vaguely familiar, a rough sketch of his father, with parts his mother thrown in. He no longer has to have all the lights on when he is alone and he has stopped drawing stars on scraps of paper.
The film will be great of course. It has a gloss that even Andrew hasn’t predicted;
“It just might capture the imaginations of a generation” he announces, in one of his rare ‘directorial’ speeches. It seems the little boy Will saw in Andrew is now playing for real gold instead of buried treasure. Tilda makes puking noises behind her hand, catches Will’s eye, and smiles. Will remembers a time when he might have been afraid of her.
The time draws near when he will pack up his life here and move on. Maybe back home for a while, or to LA, if he learns to keep out of the sun, and if his agent insists upon it. He feels as though he is leaving his childhood behind in New Zealand, and supposes it is fitting, like leaving a fantasy world in the back of a wardrobe. He walks back to his house in the dusk, ignoring the protests of the minders. The cracked pavements have been soaking up the sun of the day, and reflect warmth into his face. A black car stands in the drive as he rounds the corner, and he braces himself for an argument with his driver. But as he gets closer he sees a dark figure by his door, balancing on one foot. When he is close enough to laugh in Skandar’s face, forcing himself to ask what he’s doing here, he realises he’s sweaty with relief. Skandar looks at him, not grinning for once.
“Do you want to come in?” Will offers, not certain what he wants the answer to be.
“I could make us some tea.” He hears himself mumble.
Why does he feel so desperate, like time is running out fast and he has to work so hard to capture it?
“I just wanted to give you this” Skandar looks unsure himself, thrusting something into Will’s hand.
“I gotta go.” Skandar gives a wild look towards the car, then back to Will, quickly presses his lips to his cheek, then is gone in a flash.
Will looks down at the object in his hand. It is his old Cat Stevens cd. Skandar must have borrowed it and he hadn’t even noticed. He turns it over, and sees a flash of white. A small scrap of paper falls out of the case and Will reads it silently
‘Now I understand Will, YOU are the tillerman. At least I think you may be mine. Don’t forget our time. Skandar.’ There is a single star doodled in the corner of the note.
Will touches his cheek, tells himself he is far too grown up to cry and goes inside to make a cup of camomile tea.
Bring tea for the tillerman
Steak for the sun
Wine for the women who made the rain come
Seagulls sing your hearts away
’cause while the sinners sin, the children play
Oh lord how they play and play
For that happy day, for that happy day
- Tea for the Tillerman, Cat Stevens
X-posted some, maybe
Author:thefloatingbear
Pairing: William Moseley/Skandar Keynes
Rating: PG-13, for swearing I guess.
Disclaimer: I believe William Moseley likes tea and Cat Stevens, the rest is fiction.
Summar: The boys time during filming. Much stream-of-consciousness, random William-Will switching and other nonsence.
A friend is one who knows us, but loves us anyway.
- Jerome Cummings
1.
When William meets Anna he thinks he may have found the one girl in the world who he can actually be mates with. Anna doesn't mind him burping obnoxiously after drinking 10 pepsis in a row. She just gently suggests to him that next time he should stop at two, as it turns out that craft services will keep giving them to him until he says no, and will never run out after all.
When William meets Georgie he thinks he may have found the little sister he never had. Georgie lets him swing her round and round until she looks slightly green and she gamely puts up with him telling her constantly to keep out of Tilda's way. Tilda worries him.
They are a happy band, and Peter feels the weight in his chest that has been pressing quite consistently since his father left, lift gradually.
2.
The boy who will be Edmund comes later. William hears the gossip, 'some guy from London', proper drama school ponce, no doubt. William is worried, wants to protect the balance he has with the girls, feels instinctively that if they've cast the wrong person, the whole film will fall apart, and he wants this to work, needs it so badly.
Andrew calls them in to greet their new 'brother;' over excited strung out. William thinks Andrew's a child himself, trapped in a man's body, but that doesn't stop him smiling inspite of himself at his innocent enthusiasm. William sits at Andrew's desk and begins to doodle stars on the scrap pieces of paper. He is so involved that he misses the newcomers' introduction and only manages to say 'who?' before the boy enters the room. William will hold himself back for once, a skill which the stunt co-ordinators refuse to believe he posesses. He resolves to judge this boy before getting involved. He hears the name again on Andrew's lips and says it under his breath a few times, getting used to the alien sound 'Skandar Keynes Skandar Keynes, SkandarSkandar'.
The newest Pevensie sits next to Anna, clasps his hands together and looks around rapidly, like some sort of animal, taking everything in. His red converse shoes tap tap on the carpet. He seems slightly in awe of everything and William wants to laugh at him for being a scared kid. But then Skandar's gaze falls on Georgie and he gives her a mischevious wink. Will begins to wonder exactly what is going to happen now.
They leave the meeting and William has still not spoken to Skandar. He feels that if he doesn't soon, it may become this weird thing, like he would never be able to speak to the boy, ever.
William wonders desperately if there's a plane back to Gloucester within the next ten minutes, and if he is coward enough to jump on it.
Skandar turns suddenly, and William realises he has been trailing his heels, helplessly.
Brown eyes fix on him and William is too busy trying to work out why they look so strange like he has no pupils that he doesn't realise Skandar has asked him a question. He stands there, feeling ridiculous as Skandar repeats, exasperated,
"I said, is there anything to eat round here?"
William points vaguely in the direction of the food truck, and suddenly Skandar is gone and William is left standing in the middle of the parking lot. Anna appears next him, having stayed behind to talk with Andrew. She nudges him in the ribs,
"Will you just go and talk to him! He'll think you're a loony otherwise! I already heard him asking Georgie if you had some sort of mental problems!"
William's face crumples and she adds "for fucks sake Will, he's just a kid!"
William stares at her then, this girl, his best friend, trying to say fuck like she did it every day, and knows he can't run away now. He hugs her briefly then strides over to the truck, mumuring 'I'm the fucking king of Narnia, I need to get over myself' under his breath.
Skandar looks cross as Will pulls the pastry out of his hand and Will thinks that may be the best expression he has ever seen on someone's face.
"No need to eat them all at once, Skandar" he says, stretching his mouth around the name.
3.
So they fit together fine, and William forgets that he ever doubted otherwise. New Zealand is beautiful and with all the fun they have it's easy to forget that time is passing, or that the world still goes on outside their little family. It's only sometimes, when he stands inside his door at his house that the crushing loneliness rushes in. He realises later, that it is because that's the only time he lets it.
He spends his time alone making tea and listening to music. He has a cupboard just for tea, and nobody will ever realise what joy this brings him. He has all kinds of tea; Camomile, Lemon and Ginger, Earl Grey...even PG Tips he found in a shop selling stuff from Britain. He likes to open the cupboard, to sort through and keep them tidy, so that if any visitors ever ask for tea, he will be able to casually stand in front of it and say "What kind?" Of course, this hasn't happened yet and sometimes Will wonders if it's all wrong, and that tea should really be in a chest. At those times, he organises the cds. Most of them given to him, now he has money but no time to buy his own. The first one in the row, always, is an old Cat Stevens one, given to him by his father. This is living by yourself Will thinks, running his hand along the line of cds, this is growing up.
He thinks he is alone in this strangeness. He is after all, out on his own, King Peter, bearing a lot of weight on his shoulders. Anna is as calm as ever, which used to make him feel peaceful. Now he feels annoyed that she doesn't feel like he does. She doesn't go home and worry about what would happen if New Zealand fell off the edge of the earth, and how long would it take people to notice.
He begins to feel unthinkable resentment towards Georgie, of all people. Protected and coddled by all around her, she and James seem to have their own private language. James can make her laugh with one wiggle of his nose. Will feels too old for all that now..he doesn't have time.
Skandar does Tae Kwon Do in between takes. He persuades Andrew to let him have his cornet shipped over and has a week of unrestrained mischief, sneaking up to people and blowing it hard into their ears before it is sent away again. Most days William feels more exhausted when he wakes up, than when he went to sleep. One day, Sally spots the dark circles around his eyes, and tuts as she has to go and fetch concealer from the makeup van. When she is gone, Skandar bounds through the door, and stands in front of Will, grinning crazilly.
"Ok, so I have this idea, we're all coming round to your house tonight, and we can play videogames, and watch movies, and order takeaway and...and...."
Will rolls his eyes, that sounds like his worst nightmare.
"Yeah, ok Skan, we'll do it."
Skandar beams as if Will has promised him all the Treasures of Egypt, then bounds back out of the room, just missing Sally re-entering.
Will looks at her and shrugs, but the lines on his forehead have faded.
4.
That night he opens and closes the tea cupboard, only once; then grabs coke and crisps and dumps them on the lounge coffee table. He feels tense and considered turning off all the lights and pretending he's not in. The doorbell rings and he thinks desperately 'who rings doorbells anymore' as he wrenches the door open to find One Grinning Boy, namely Mr Skandar Keynes.
"The others couldn't come. So it's you and me my friend, brothers, alone"
He thrusts a small bottle into Will's hand and pushes past him into the house.
Will looks down "What's this?"
"Whiskey" Skandar breathes, "stolen from James." he looks triumphant and the words "I did have a pub at my school y'know', form unspoken on William's tongue.
They watch 'The Prisoner of Azkaban' because William secretly wants to study Daniel Radcliffe for signs of fatigue...and because Skandar likes the hippogriff.
Skandar, it turns out, is rubbish at computer games and insists on getting killed before he can pass even one level. Will is glad, the colours make his head buzz and he finds Skandar twisting and jolting beside him (trying not to die) makes him feel nauseous.
Skandar pours the whiskey out equally and holds his 'Save the penguins' mug aloft, as if it is a magical chalice. Will feels laughter bubbling inside him, and has to bite his lip hard to stop it running out. They drink together in toast, and Will wonders if he has completed some kind of sacred vow, without meaning to. Skandar leaves an hour later. Of course, neither of them are at all tipsy, but for Will, everything is suddenly fuzzy round the edges, as if he'd taken one too many nurofen.
Patience is the key to relief
-Syrian Proverb
5.
He watches Skandar after that. Like he did when they first met, and hasn’t been brave enough to since. He sees that Skandar’s ever present energy on set, quicky turns to lethargy when the car arrives at the end of the day. He sees a faint, but grateful smile on that ever mobile face, as Skandar leans back against the leather seat. At these times, Skandar is still, and it is a thing to see that those widely flailing limbs are made of skinny teenage-boy arms and knobbly knees at rest. When Skandars dark eyelashes, so unlike his own, rest against freckled cheeks in sleep, Will feels calm for the first time
in months.
He only realises he’s been staring when Skandar cracks one eye open and snaps
“Take a picture, it’ll last longer!”
William startles at the childlike retort and sits in stunned silence until the end of the drive. As he gets out, Skandar looks uncomfortable, he seems to think he has upset Will. Will can only stare at him like he has never seen him before.
“Listen Will, I’m still ok to come round later right?”
William nods, wondering where his own wide vocabulary has gone to.
Skandar gives him a final guilty look, then slams the car door shut.
They raid Will’s cd collection and he tries not to mind that Skandar disregards his careful system and puts Wham back next to Tori Amos. He plays Skandar “Tea for the Tillerman’ and watches his face scrunch up in dislike.
“You seriously need some new tunes mate!”
Will considers showing him the tea cupboard, then decides against it.
The difficulty lies, not in the new ideas, but in escaping the old ones, which ramify, for those brought up as most of us have been, into every corner of our minds
-John Maynard Keynes
6.
Their months in Prague are as unreal as the city itself. A chocolate box, fairytale place, it seems less of this world than that of Narnia. Skandar takes great delight in listing the infamous red light districts, even though Will knows for a fact he has never been anywhere near them, if he had, Will would have been with him. The two boys share a room and Will quickly develops a strange kind of insomnia, where he falls asleep the instant he head hits the pillow, then wakes, without fail, at 3am. He sits blinking in the darkness, wondering how his body clock knows the time, when he has to scramble for his digital watch on the table that sits between his bed and Skandar’s. The other boy never wakes. William spends hours listening to his steady breathing, until his own mind falls gratefully back into a dreamless stupor. He carries on like this for the rest of the trip.
On the plane back to Christchurch William watches Skandar sleep and wonders if he will wake up at 3am for the rest of life, or if the spell will break when he is back in his own bed.
Strange how this journey's hurting
In ways we accept as part of fate's decree
-Vienna Teng, Eric’s song
7.
The day Skandar tries to put his on his breastplate and it doesn't fit William knows too much time has passed to ever go back. Anna looks like a young woman now, shedding girlhood painlessly, as it was simply an old outfit she was tired of. James has been spending less and less time with Georgie, as her hair grows past her shoulders and she starts to wear lower slung jeans. When William looks in the mirror he sees something vaguely familiar, a rough sketch of his father, with parts his mother thrown in. He no longer has to have all the lights on when he is alone and he has stopped drawing stars on scraps of paper.
The film will be great of course. It has a gloss that even Andrew hasn’t predicted;
“It just might capture the imaginations of a generation” he announces, in one of his rare ‘directorial’ speeches. It seems the little boy Will saw in Andrew is now playing for real gold instead of buried treasure. Tilda makes puking noises behind her hand, catches Will’s eye, and smiles. Will remembers a time when he might have been afraid of her.
The time draws near when he will pack up his life here and move on. Maybe back home for a while, or to LA, if he learns to keep out of the sun, and if his agent insists upon it. He feels as though he is leaving his childhood behind in New Zealand, and supposes it is fitting, like leaving a fantasy world in the back of a wardrobe. He walks back to his house in the dusk, ignoring the protests of the minders. The cracked pavements have been soaking up the sun of the day, and reflect warmth into his face. A black car stands in the drive as he rounds the corner, and he braces himself for an argument with his driver. But as he gets closer he sees a dark figure by his door, balancing on one foot. When he is close enough to laugh in Skandar’s face, forcing himself to ask what he’s doing here, he realises he’s sweaty with relief. Skandar looks at him, not grinning for once.
“Do you want to come in?” Will offers, not certain what he wants the answer to be.
“I could make us some tea.” He hears himself mumble.
Why does he feel so desperate, like time is running out fast and he has to work so hard to capture it?
“I just wanted to give you this” Skandar looks unsure himself, thrusting something into Will’s hand.
“I gotta go.” Skandar gives a wild look towards the car, then back to Will, quickly presses his lips to his cheek, then is gone in a flash.
Will looks down at the object in his hand. It is his old Cat Stevens cd. Skandar must have borrowed it and he hadn’t even noticed. He turns it over, and sees a flash of white. A small scrap of paper falls out of the case and Will reads it silently
‘Now I understand Will, YOU are the tillerman. At least I think you may be mine. Don’t forget our time. Skandar.’ There is a single star doodled in the corner of the note.
Will touches his cheek, tells himself he is far too grown up to cry and goes inside to make a cup of camomile tea.
Bring tea for the tillerman
Steak for the sun
Wine for the women who made the rain come
Seagulls sing your hearts away
’cause while the sinners sin, the children play
Oh lord how they play and play
For that happy day, for that happy day
- Tea for the Tillerman, Cat Stevens
X-posted some, maybe