Drinking Song

Drink to me with your bright eyes;
let’s celebrate the fruit of vine;
God Bacchus sealed up in a vat
this tasty, noble Riesling wine.
Drink to me; let our glasses rise
and clank in praise of wine from Rhine,
lest faithful love should be forgot,
O dearest friend and wife of mine.

The years rolled by, our hair turned grey;
what might come next we cannot tell—
but Dear, we lived in harmony—
what’s more, we lived and loved quite well.
Let’s raise our glasses: come what may,
we will drink to this godsent spell,
fine memories of you and me—
before old age sends them to hell.