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

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

Each Morn a thousand Roses brings, you say: / Yes, but where leaves the Rose of Yesterday?

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

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.