From the Mag Fields' "All My Little Words:"
And I could make you rue the day
But I could never make you stay.
Not for all the tea in China,
Not if I could sing like a bird.
Not for all North Carolina,
Not for all my little words.
Not if I could write for you
The sweetest song you ever heard.
It doesn't matter what I do
Not for all my little words.
Lyrics never work quite as well on the page, printed or virtual, and for this I apologize, but Amazon does have a sound clip that, grainy as it is, conveys something of the feel of the song.