Sometimes when the evening's young,
the wind dies down. The setting sun
crochets the clouds with yarn so fine
and fills the oceans with red wine.
The trees, the sky, the forest fair
bring a flavor to the air.
I raise my glass, and in a while
you answer with a secret smile.
Chorus:
Hold on... Hold on (Page/Mike)
with me... (Trey)
Hold on... Hold on (Page/Mike)
with me... (Trey)
An airborne leaf that landed near
has carried Dionysus here.
He'll slip again, but only when
he sees our glasses filled again.
Sometimes when the evening's young,
the wind dies down. The setting sun
crochets the clouds with yarn so fine
and fills the oceans with red wine.
Chorus:
Hold on... Hold on (Page/Mike)
with me... (Trey)
Hold on... Hold on (Page/Mike)
with me... (Trey)
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