Just like you mentioned, it ended up with no luck after I googled it all night! However, I found a sound track for you: https://damienirwin.bandcamp.com/track/cup-of-tea

Hi, I listened to the song and tried my best to write the lyrics down for you, but the singer isn't that easy to understand. Where there's a single question mark I have no idea what he said, so there's a missing word. And where there's a word or phrase preceded and followed by two question marks, I think that's what he said, but I'm not sure. Cup of tea on the porch out in the snow, o brother would you pass me your pipe, farther into this universe ? so exposed but I still can’t feel the cold. Holding onto the words that have been said fits the music in my head ??relax it’s birds?? Remember fondly of the time that I was given when my mouth could not make sense enough to her. The wind blows cold through the grass and the trees and the sun it searches for me through the clouds that cover ??his?? face and the why that keeps him blind. X2 The snow, makes icicles of my hair, but I have forgotten to care. I’m making war with space and time. I’m just a grower holding hands with the dirt I’ve dug in the seas that I will ??plan/plant?? what of this ? ??living hill?? Coming from the buildings that we have built. Craving your community without a plan, writing your assumptions down without a pen. Ideas of buildings made from sticks, ??give enough fortunes?? that we’ll never need fixed. Oh oh, oh oh. I literally rewinded and listened to parts I couldn't understand like twenty times, but to no avail.

I have a question. How do you think is there any sence in this song? Do you like it? I like its melody and vocal melody as well, but I can to collect all words and sentences in one meaning. Probably, my English is not very well for understanding. I would like is any idea in this song.

Thank you, Steve White, so much. You help is really precious!

Spangola got nearly all of it; I heard a few words he wasn't sure of so this might help, too: Cup of tea on the porch out in the snow. O, Brother, would you pass me your pipe? Farther into this universe been searched so exposed but I still can't feel the cold. Holding onto the words that have been said, fits the music in my head but lacks its verse. Remember fondly of the time that I was given when my mouth could not make sense enough to her. The wind blows cold through the grass and the trees and the sun it searches for me. Through the clouds that cover his face and the wine that keeps him blind. [REPEAT THAT AGAIN]. The snow makes icicles of my hair, but I have forgotten to care. I'm making war with space and time. I am just a grower holding hands with the dirt I've dug in the seas that I will plant. What of this old tree living hill coming from the buildings that we have built? Craving your community without a plan. Writing your assumptions down without a pen. Ideas of buildings made from sticks. Giving a fortress that will never need bricks. Oh, Oh.