Roses And Wine

This is a story of a man who was passing on in years

Who met and fell in love with a young girl

Some say that youth and maturity have no chance for successful love

Some disagree

Others say that youth and maturity can be happy together

Because they complement each other

His maturity was as wine to her

While her youth was as roses to him

Wine is good when it's mellowed in the wood

When it's mellowed in the wood

Wine is wonderful

So best tap the barrel

When it's mellowed in the wood

Then, you're sure that the wine is good

But a rose, on the other hand

A rose

Is as anybody knows

Really marvelous

When it's, oh, so young

That its blushing barely shows

It is then you should pick the rose

That's the way it could be

That's the way it should be

That's the way I would

It would be

For a rose

In its youth, so fresh and gay

At the dawning of its day

It's desirable

While wine more mellow

With each passing hour grows

And he is like wine, heaven knows

While she is his young blushing rose

That's the way it could be

That's the way it should be

That's the way I would it

Would be