Maiden Wine

Take care, young ladies, and value your wine Be watchful of young men in their velvet prime Deeply they'll swallow from your finest kegs Then swiftly be gone, leaving bitter dregs Ahh-ah-ah-ah, bitter dregs Your time hold precious, for youth is your gold Your beauty, like silver, will tarnish when old Memories and dreams shall comfort you not When the flow of your sweetness is gone and forgot Ahh-ah-ah-ah, gone and forgot With smiling words and tender touch Man offers little and asks for so much He loves in the breathless excitement of night Then leaves with your treasure in cold morning light Ahh-ah-ah-ah, in cold morning light