Secret Smile

Sometimes when the evening's young

The wind dies down the setting sun

Crochets the clouds with yarn so fine

And fills the oceans with red wineThe trees, the sky, the forest fair

Bringing flavor to the air

I raised my glass and in a while

You answer with a secret smileHold on

Hold on

Hold on to meAn airborne leaf that landed near

Has carried Dionysus here

I slip away but only when

He sees our glasses filled againSometimes when the evening's young

The wind dies down the setting sun

Crochets the clouds with yarn so fine

And fills the oceans with red wineHold on

Hold on

Hold on to meHold on

Hold on

Hold on to me