Sweet elixor, blood red wine,

warms my throat, mushes my mind.

Cools the day with icey flow,

finish the bottle I want more.

Till I can barely see this rhyme,

It has literally stopped time.

The bustle and noise of the day

in this liquid fades away.

Fruit of the vine, you are so sweet,

I love you from my head to my feet.

Sweet elixor, blood red wine,

warm my throat, and mush my mind.

Silence them all in cottony haze,

Let me deal another day.

Lay me down and at last sleep

In my bed my soul to keep.