A Great Vine
I wrote a fiction
How to grow the great vine
I told a story but the story's not mine
The story's not mine
It's been a hell of a year
What do you think of the wine
I've been growing these grapes for such a long time
For such a long time
For such a long time
Growing these grapes
For such a long time
Put on a record
Maybe something we both know
Make me feel something even if you don't
Long for the vintage
You can see it in my eye
I've been growing these grapes for such a long time
Such a long time
For such a long time
Growing these grapes
For such a long time
She said she'd stay
Like the song in my head
Be the one that I'd play
Over again
Since you've been gone
Well I, grafted the vine
I've been growing these grapes for such a long time
Oak barrel and at the cellar door
No matter how much they taste
Oak barrel at the cellar door
No matter how much they taste
They want to try more
Yeah, they always want more
Fantastic grapes
May we try your port
That's a fine piece of art, hanging on your wall
With enough to share
Im afraid I've lost my mind
I've been growing these grapes for such a long time
How to grow the great vine
I told a story but the story's not mine
The story's not mine
It's been a hell of a year
What do you think of the wine
I've been growing these grapes for such a long time
For such a long time
For such a long time
Growing these grapes
For such a long time
Put on a record
Maybe something we both know
Make me feel something even if you don't
Long for the vintage
You can see it in my eye
I've been growing these grapes for such a long time
Such a long time
For such a long time
Growing these grapes
For such a long time
She said she'd stay
Like the song in my head
Be the one that I'd play
Over again
Since you've been gone
Well I, grafted the vine
I've been growing these grapes for such a long time
Oak barrel and at the cellar door
No matter how much they taste
Oak barrel at the cellar door
No matter how much they taste
They want to try more
Yeah, they always want more
Fantastic grapes
May we try your port
That's a fine piece of art, hanging on your wall
With enough to share
Im afraid I've lost my mind
I've been growing these grapes for such a long time
Credits
Writer(s): Jack Knowles Dacheff
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