Thursday, 8 September 2011

Drink the last drops of summer...

Sleeping faun or drunken satyr (2nd/3rd c. BC)

(To Spiros and Haris)

My eyes grew heavy and my lips they could not speak
I tried to get up but I couldn't find my feet
She reassured me with an unfamilliar line
And then she gave to me more summer wine

Oohh-oh summer wine

Strawberries cherries and an angel's kiss in spring
My summer wine is really made from all these things
Take off your silver spurs and help me pass the time
And I will give to you summer wine

Oohh-oh summer wine

(Summer Wine)