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.
Already I’ve forgotten what you wore
Sunday, standing by the fridge; it was black,
And your arm supported the broom...
In the night I find your hand
Squeeze and feel your pressed reply
The truth of love I understand...
