Listen to me now, oh my cup-bearer,
Help me with the wine tonight please.
Pour some wine in my empty flask,
Be that bit lavish and not stringent.
The flask gets emptied again & again,
But it is helping me forget all the pain.
Don't ask if enough and keep pouring,
Wine or whiskey it won't be mattering.
It's your face that I am taken to darling,
I remember you are the very same angel.
Hic-hic
You're my very own life, oh cup-bearer,
I now recall that this is our own house.
I trace my trembling fingers on your face,
It's blurry I feel but still I can see your eyes.
Now I am finished with binge drinking,
Would you not help me to the bathroom?
Here you help me take a luxurious bath,
You help me bathe and I love your touch.
Soft & kind you are just like your name,
Zealous management of my shaky body.
You say, "Again I won't help you with it,"
I reply, **"I will drink -hic- from your eyes."**
You are blushing to a brilliant purple red,
And it is all signs that you like my words.
After splashing my face with cool water,
To our bedroom you support me lovingly.
Here it is that you help me into the pillow,
Now even you come lie down beside me.
And you sing me the 'Whiskey Lullaby',
Lightly you brush soft hands on my eyes.