The last harvest, last wine

Words and music by Noel Miller

Noel Miller ©2008

Verse

Walking through the summer sun, smell the roses, look at the water running through the stream

You smile and say that we won’t change, but lately things are not what they seem, as if in dream

Pre-chorus

Suddenly I don’t know you anymore, calling you was once desire, but now it is a chore

Chorus

The last harvest, the last wine, the last grapes have past their prime

And we haven’t toasted our success

The last harvest, the last time, this vineyard stopped right on a dime

The grapevine created a hopeless mess, the last harvest, the last wine

Verse

We had our feet wet, knee deep in a time when we never felt regret, when we first met

Never enough time to spend with you, never enough of your touch to see me through

What did I get into?

Pre-chorus

Suddenly I don’t know you anymore, calling you was once desire, but now it is a chore

Chorus

The last harvest, the last wine, the last grapes have past their prime

And we haven’t toasted our success

The last harvest, the last time, this vineyard stopped right on a dime

The grapevine created a hopeless mess, the last harvest, the last wine