I make the wine
that helps people stay alive
Won't you come and live with me in my cellar?
I need company
Vintage times, God I'm glad to be alive
When there's nothing growing on the vine.
Glasses clear
The only colour that appears
Are the whites of your eyes
And the mist in the morning time
Vintage times, God I'm glad to be alive
When there's nothing growing on the vine.
Vintage times, God I'm glad to be alive
When there's nothing growing on the vine.

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