In the days of wine and roses

In the days of wine and roses April showers fresh the air Garden sculptures change their poses Streets are leading everywhere Sun is shining through the curtain Through the gluey young green leaves And I’m fairly well ascertain You’re the reason of all this On the cloth of glowing satin Bowl with fruits, and open cage Magic songbird sings in Latin Memories of Golden Age Boats are gliding down the river Ours is most lazy one Wings of dragonfly in quiver Shimmer with reflected sun We were heading for tomorrow But we docked at yesterday Days of joy, and days of sorrow Built that harbour of pale gray Home together, here's the bind Every morning brings new rose Every evening brings new wine It's exactly what we chose Home, unreachable for troubles Garden, always quite the same Life’s a boy, who blows fine bubbles On the picture of Millais.