Harvest Alouette
Now there will be wine,
Grapes are big and fine.
Come yee all to the vineyard;
Vino loves our smiles,
In near and in miles;
Toast goblets lady and lad.
Red or white, our choice,
In harvest, Rejoice:
We shall harvest, wine and dance;
Vino's bubling gift,
In wine is no rift,
But smile,love and romance.
Copyright © Kayod5 Kayode | Year Posted 2014
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