Come, have a drink with me –
Care can swallow love,
And tasks devour time
Enough of cups of tea!
Your eyes, ever more sublime,
Dancing bright above
A brown and friendly beer
Will soon meet mine, my dear
Intoxicatingly.
All the fine fire sun sends down.
The leaving green, the heaving sea, the air
Cool as a dream of snow in Africa...
You looking sad across the table
And me wishing I were able
To make some mirth have birth in those blue eyes...
