Lyrics:
rode out in quest of song and wine
And that was no way to treat her
I kept her hangin' like grapes on the vine
And that was no way to keep her
Reds
I am a small and lonely grape
Clutching to the vine
Waiting for the day when I'll become my Savior's wine
Oh, wouldn't French cuisine just yearn it
to say, yeah.
But I know that the berry's ripe on the vine;
And I know that the grapes will soon turn to wine.
Yes I know I'll be there, just in time
to say no
I sent her some wine-colored roses
The color of grapes on the vine
When she sees the wine-colored roses
They'll tell her I'm still
the pound
You can tell everybody that this girl of mine
Is sweeter than the grapes hanging from the vine
Love like wine honey drinking till I drown
Keep
to say no
I sent her some wine-colored roses
The color of grapes on the vine
When she sees the wine-colored roses
They'll tell her I'm still
And the trees are burning in your promised land
And there are no letters in the mailbox
And there are no grapes upon the vine
And there are no chocolates in
were made for me
A grape was made to grow on a vine
An apple was made to grow on a tree
As sure as there are stars above, I know, I know
You were made
place a little harder to find
[Chorus]
Grapes on a vine (Grapes on a vine) don't always make sweet wine
Grapes on a vine, yeah, don't always make
grapes on the vine
You can find him in big city winters
Down where the mission bell cries
And sorrow echoes through summer
As he tries to close all
walk the line
(You met your match)
When you decided you would hurt me
That's when your grape fell from the vine, vine, vine, vine (yeah, yeah, yeah)
the beauty of you!
Sweet is the honey from the honeycomb,
Sweet are the grapes of a vine,
But theres nothing as sweet as you, darling,
And I hope some day
walk the line
(You met your match)
When you decided you would hurt me
That's when your grape fell from the vine, vine, vine, vine (yeah, yeah, yeah)
to say no
[Chorus]
I sent her some wine colored roses
The color of grapes on the vine
When she sees the wine colored roses
They'll tell her I'm
as they berate you
They keep saying it's gonna be fine
No one will help you
As they constantly sedate you
They keep killing the grape on the vine
North to Oregon to gather your hogs
Take the beet from your ground, cut the grapes from your vine
Just to place on your table your that light, sparkling
They hung the grapes upon the line
In '51 or '52
And they could see the sun
Shining all over
They painted pictures of the vines
And placed them out
Grapes
(Grapes)
They grow on the vine
You eat them all the time
You never know what to do because you can't have grapes
E-e-e-eat them all the time
moonbeams
The village down deep without
Purple leaves that seem red
Grape vines that smile in fall
Zebras tell me play games
My games would spill the world
I'll ring your doorbell until You let me in and I can go no longer where 'you' end and "I" begin
Grape on the vine, we've been alone a long time.
to dream my troubles all away
On a bed of California stars
Jump up from my starbed and make another day
Underneath my California stars
They hang like grapes
hang like grapes on vines that shine
And warm the lovers glass like friendly wine
Yes I'd give this world just to dream a dream of you
On our bed
I became a crystal healer and my ministry was to the sick
Creeping vines would send out runners and seek me in their numbers
I sold self-help tapes
of you
Sweet as the honey from the honeycomb
Sweet are the grapes from the vine
But there's nothing as sweet as you, darling
And I hope someday you'll
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