Night Wines

Jones

Last night I bedded

With a bottle of Beaujeaulais

Trustin' that in time

My blues might drift away

Slumber drew me victim

To the blues water's sweet bouquet

When I woke up this morning

I had a beautiful dream

It'd been the summer

When I was just eighteen

When I turned the lights on

There were ten years in between

It made my heart hunger

To make my years younger

Old Father Time's made up his mind

And circumstance

Good times and bad times

Each weaves its own web

There's no second chance

Now the curtain falls

On still another day

While hopes and dreams hang out

As if the same

Life's too important

Just to let it slip away

It makes my heart hunger

To make my years younger

But Old Father Time's made up his mind

And circumstance

Good times and bad times

Each weaves its own web

There is no second chance

Tonight I will be beddin'

With a bottle of Chardonay (Chardonay)

Hoping that in time my blues

Might fade away

Soon fallen victim

To the night wine's sweet bouquet

It makes my heart hunger

To make my years younger

But Old Father Time's made up his mind

And circumstance

Good times and bad times

Each weaves its own web

There is no second chance

Old Father Time's just made up his mind

And circumstance

Good times and bad times

Each weaves its own web

There is no second chance