Four Glasses Of Wine
-- Laying Down the Vintage --
He was sitting in a clearing, writing love songs late at night,
When the Moon first met a poet who was drinking in her light;
And she listened to the magic in the poet's lovelorn words
As he sung away his sadness to the music of the birds.
Every night he serenaded, every night she learned some more,
Of the story of a lover and the girl he would adore.
Over years the tale adapted to reflect the new-found love,
Of a lone romantic poet and his goddess high above;
He would sing and she would listen, while she wrapped him in her ...