Lyrics:
Sometimes when the evening's youngThe wind dies down, the setting sunCrochets the clouds with yarn so fineAnd fills the oceans with red winThe trees, the sky, the forest fairBring a flavor to the airI raise my glass and in a whileYou answer with a secret smileHold on, hold on to meAn airborne leaf that landed near Has carried Dionysus hereHe'll slip away but only whenHe sees our glasses filled again