Wine in the Wind

Wine In The Wind - Anita Kerr

The birds are getting dizzy

And it isn't from the heights

The eyes of dawn are bloodshot

And it isn't from the light

There's wine

Too much wine

In the wind

The weeping willow's laughing

And the gladiola sad

The sea's asleep and peaceful

And the trees are quite mad

There's wine

Too much wine

In the wind

A strange intoxication

Is being carried on the air

The world is losing balance

But nobody seems to care

The grass is turning scarlet

And there's murder in the air

The souls of men are dying

But nobody feels the pain

There's wine

Too much wine

In the wind