Maiden wine

By Aneirin Menelaos
with apologies to Leonard Nimoy

*each line is sung a-capella, between strums of the harp*

Take care, young ladies, and value your wine------->
Be watchful of young men in their velvet prime----->
Deeply they'll swallow from your finest kegs
Then swiftly be gone... leaving bitter dregs

Ahh-ah-ah-ah, bitter dregs

Your time hold precious, for youth is your gold------>
Your beauty, like silver, may tarnish when old------->
Memories and dreams, shall comfort you not
When the flow of your sweetness is gone and forgot

Ahh-ah-ah-ah, gone and forgot

With smiling words and tender touch
Man offers little and asks for so much
He loves in the breathless excitement of night
Then leaves with your treasure in cold morning light

Ahh-ah-ah-ah, in cold morning light

The grapes of your vine, glow yellow and green------>
You harbor and care for them in places unseen------->
Levena reveals their value in time---------->
yet all you are left with is your maiden wine

Ahh-ah-ah-ah, your maiden wine

If all I have said leaves you worrying still--->
You neednt worry if he gives you a thrill------>
For love is a thing that one always must trust
Something to cling to when all runs to dust

Ahh-ah-ah-ah runs to dust

Ahh-ah-ah-ah runs to dust