We all know the sting of grief
the burden of strife
The caress of relief

We all have felt the coldness of winters;
breathed in the blossoms of springs


Some, the lucky, linger till they've had their fill of moonlight
Others take their leave, bowing out long before twighlight

This is life, there is no sorrow or glee
It's not beautiful it's not ugly, c'est justement la vie

So stay with me for as long as you have the chance
We'll stay drunken on Joy and dance,
Some good wine and romance!