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A flying wedge of summer birds
Heads for parts unknown
We sit and sip our autumn wine
But all the grapes are gone
I'd be leaving in the morning
If I knew how to fly
Like the winter sun
I've forgotten how to try
We sit and sip our autumn wine
But all the grapes are gone
Skin like ancient documents
And a tremble in the bones
A drink could take the chill away
But all the grapes are gone.
Let me trace the coastline
Through the wind and rain
The sparkling days are over
They won't be back again
A drink could take the chill away
But all the grapes are gone.
Slow and steady falling rain
Clouds across the dawn
We sat and drank the night away
Now all the grapes are gone
I wish I was a beach boy
On the california coast
Wearing nothing but a smile
Instead of overcoats
We sat and drank the night away
Now all the grapes are gone