Wine
When I grow old, I would build us a home
You've spent too many nights on your own
Wherever I may be, I see you in my dreams
My love would you make a fool of me
And I will be the words in stone
And the music in the sky
The thing I ask of you my love
Is please don't cry
And pour some wine on the ground
Let the willow tree grow
It holds the things I used to know
And whispers them aloud
Life won't stop and we've grown old
Time's a game that can't be won
It's all just the same, we wither and fade
My love, I would fade away with you
And I will be the words in stone
And the music in the sky
The thing I ask of you my love
Is please don't cry
And pour some wine on the ground
Let the willow tree grow
It holds the things I used to know
And whispers them aloud
So gather around my family
I have something you need to see
It's my life tied up on a string
Photos and photos of memories
So remember the good with the bad
Tell my mom to love my dad
And if you speak don't tell a lie
It all fades with time
And I will be the words in stone
And the music in the sky
The thing I ask of you my love
Is please don't cry
And pour some wine on the ground
Let the willow tree grow
It holds the things I used to know
And whispers them aloud
You've spent too many nights on your own
Wherever I may be, I see you in my dreams
My love would you make a fool of me
And I will be the words in stone
And the music in the sky
The thing I ask of you my love
Is please don't cry
And pour some wine on the ground
Let the willow tree grow
It holds the things I used to know
And whispers them aloud
Life won't stop and we've grown old
Time's a game that can't be won
It's all just the same, we wither and fade
My love, I would fade away with you
And I will be the words in stone
And the music in the sky
The thing I ask of you my love
Is please don't cry
And pour some wine on the ground
Let the willow tree grow
It holds the things I used to know
And whispers them aloud
So gather around my family
I have something you need to see
It's my life tied up on a string
Photos and photos of memories
So remember the good with the bad
Tell my mom to love my dad
And if you speak don't tell a lie
It all fades with time
And I will be the words in stone
And the music in the sky
The thing I ask of you my love
Is please don't cry
And pour some wine on the ground
Let the willow tree grow
It holds the things I used to know
And whispers them aloud
Credits
Writer(s): Aden Extrand
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