My coffee, ’tis of thee, Sweet bean of liberty, Of thee I sow; Land where my mornings died, Preventing homocide From ev’ry mountainside Let coffee grow!
of every day. FIFY
I thought that it was scotch. My bad. Explains a lot tho’.
My coffee, ’tis of thee,
Sweet bean of liberty,
Of thee I sow;
Land where my mornings died,
Preventing homocide
From ev’ry mountainside
Let coffee grow!