Fine Red Wine

Eager red grapes on the vine just waiting Color so deep, sugar sweet time has past Voices in the fields, breathe for the baiting Harvest soon, autumn smiles may not last Passionate nectar in the juices' drop Garner gold in the fingers of famine Oh dear dream you have made this season stop This pleasure of flavor is no mammon Red flows innocent under pretty feet Peeling the patience from a thirsty man Pining for that draught to quicken his beat But he must hold, theft is no righteous stand Fine red wine your favor is in the cask I will wait; I will wait for you to ask