There is a place of vines and grapes,
O’er which the sun light dawns and drapesWhere all the valley glows in greenAnd all the fruits of life I glean. Where cloudless skies do paint the groundAnd creeks do flow with calming sound,On beds of grass I do recline.I sit, relax, and sip my wine.The scent of leaves and lemon zestAnd taste of timboon brie I test. The chirping songs that morning brings,The soulful song the cherub sings. My worries fade for beauty badeAnd thus my being in quiet bathe.In perfect light I live and dine.I sit, relax, and sip my wine.The Land of Love does call my name,To soon be lost in waves of fame.My future swims atop the hills;It waits and sifts through many gills. Because alone my world I’ll lose,I hear the song of every museAnd one to me her name will sign,Then sit with me and sip my wine.