You and I
Are two grapes on the vine
You and I

Are two grapes on the vine
And when our skin collides
Our souls merge and combine

To make the sweetest wine

And I know we

Sprout from the best of seeds
I know we
Sprout from the best of seeds

And if the sprouting does proceed
Oh, the souls our blood will feed
By the lives we both shall lead


But if a raisin I become
Will you still stay with me

If a raisin I become
Will you still stay with me
For though my fruit is young

Sour to the tongue
Without you it would be


Autumn won't you come
Lie in my summer sun
Autumn won't you come

Lie in my summer sun
Safe from the winds that blow
And fill your heart with snow

And leave you alone and cold

For the season will arrive

When our seeds our sown
The season will arrive
When our seeds our sown

And we'll know what it's worth
Time spent on the Earth
When we see what we have grown


For we will be
Two grapes with wrinkled skin

We will be
Two grapes with wrinkled skin
Aged by wisdom's hands

Unappealing to the eye
But inside what a sweet surprise


For you and I
Are two grapes on the vine
You and I

Are two grapes on the vine
And if grapes we shall remain
Till we no more feel the rain

That would suit me fine