Roses And Wine

This is a story of a man who was passing on in years
Who met and fell in love with a young girl
Some say that youth and maturity have no chance for successful love
Some disagree

Others say that youth and maturity can be happy together
Because they complement each other
His maturity was as wine to her
While her youth was as roses to him

Wine is good when it's mellowed in the wood
When it's mellowed in the wood
Wine is wonderful
So best tap the barrel
When it's mellowed in the wood
Then, you're sure that the wine is good

But a rose, on the other hand
A rose
Is as anybody knows
Really marvelous

When it's, oh, so young
That its blushing barely shows
It is then you should pick the rose

That's the way it could be
That's the way it should be
That's the way I would
It would be

For a rose
In its youth, so fresh and gay
At the dawning of its day
It's desirable

While wine more mellow
With each passing hour grows
And he is like wine, heaven knows
While she is his young blushing rose

That's the way it could be
That's the way it should be
That's the way I would it
Would be