A glass of red wine


I dreamed that the year was seventy five
And I was in Paris again
Playing my songs on the metro line
Down to the Chateau Vincennes
Those were the days of Polly Maggoo
And le Mazet was where we would meet
We were the new Bob Dylanís to be
And we sang out loud in the street


That was the reason we all loved Paris
A place to return in the fall
With stories to tell of a summer so fine
With a glass Ė of red wine

Days were short but the nights were long
And the money was easily won
My pockets were burning but I was still yearning
To make my way to the sun
Leaving in spring we all left to sing
In Italy, Spain or within
I hit the blue cote and others the west
But we knew we would meet up again

Those were the days when the Yankees would run
From Vietnam up to Amsterdam
To the world that was then we all were so blind
With a glass Ė of red wine

Burgundyís heavy and Beaujolaisís light
Iíll take a Bordeaux but donít give me white
Just gimme, a full glass, of red wine

Yes I dreamed that the year was seventy five
And I was in Paris again
But now Iím just sittin remembering times
And thinking of how it was then
No regrets I only think well
Of those nights in Polly Maggoo
Well maybe one day Iíll return but till then
Iíll just sit here enjoying the view

Sometimes you think of a world that you knew
Of places and people so fine
I drink to your health and I wish you all well
With a glass, of red wine.

Sometimes you think of a world that you knew
Of places and people so fine
I drink to your health and I wish you all well
With a glass, of red wine.