Rise and Dance

Rise and dance in the summer sun drink of the wine for you are young. Kiss, love, hate, and be not still for tomorrow may bring a Winters chill. Take your passion by its hair drag it through the Lion's lair. Then if by chance you perish young, you will be thankful for all you've done. For you will have lived a noble life by seeking on earth your paradise. Then those who walk your grave will say he died so young yet he died so brave but if the years should pass you by to gray your hair and still your sight, then to your memories you will cling no more your youthful songs to sing. So drink the wine while you are young rise and dance in the summer sun.