Franco Battiato. Oh Sweet Were The Hours. Zeneszám

Oh sweet were the hours, when in mirth's
frolic throng
I led up the revds with dance and with song;
When brisk from the fountain, and bright
as the day,
my spirits o'erflow'd, and ran sparkling
away!
Wine! Come bring me wine to cheer me,
Friend of my heart! Come pledge me high!
Wine! Till the dreams of youth again are
near me,
Why must they leave me, tell me, why?
Retourn, ye sweet hours! Once again let me
see
Your airly light forms of enchantment and
glee-
Come, give an old friend, while he crowns
his gay glass,
A nod as you part and a smile as you
pass.
Wine! Come bring me wine...
I cannot forget you, I would not resign
There's health in my pulse, and a spdl in my
wine*
And sunshine in autumn, tho' passing too
soon
Is sweeter and dearer than sunshine in June.
Wine! Come brin* me wine...