Here with a Loaf of Bread beneath the Bough, / A Flask of Wine, a Book of Verse - and Thou / Beside me singing in the Wilderness- / And Wilderness is Paradise enow.

A book of verses underneath the bough, A jug of wine, a loaf of bread-and thou

A book of verses underneath the bough, A jug of wine, a loaf of bread-and thou.

The Wine of Life keeps oozing drop by drop, The Leaves of Life keep falling one by one.

And much as Wine has played the Infidel, And robbed me of my Robe of Honor Well, I often wonder what the Vintners buy One half so precious as the stuff they sell.

[Roberto Donna, the chef at Galileo in Washington, agreed. The hosts] usually have a passion about fine wine, ... and we build a really memorable menu around the wine.