| Wine comes in at the mouth |
| And love comes in at the eye; |
| That’s all we shall know for truth |
| Before we grow old and die. |
| I lift the glass to my mouth, |
| I look at you, and I sigh. |
| Wine comes in at the mouth |
| And love comes in at the eye; |
| That’s all we shall know for truth |
| Before we grow old and die. |
| I lift the glass to my mouth, |
| I look at you, and I sigh. |