Bringing flavor to the air
Hold on to me
Crochets the clouds with yarn so fine
Hold on
Hold on
And fills the oceans with red wine
The wind dies down the setting sun
Sometimes when the evening's young
Hold on
Hold on
And fills the oceans with red wine
I slip away but only when
I see the sky, the forest fair
You answer with a secret smile
An airborne leaf that landed near
Crochets the clouds with yarn so fine
Has carried Dionysus here
I raised my glass and in a while
Hold on
Hold on to me
He sees our glasses filled again
Hold on