Copyright © 1997 Mark L. Butler
Soft now The silver shadows paint the morn Drowsy My little Wennifer sleeps She has tasted of joy Again For The grapes have ripened once more And the fields are green Ships often Put in at our coast Importing good And bringing Men Rejoicing Copper men Strong men Singing dancing Jolly Men of the grapevines Now she sleeps She has drunk The wine of copper men Delighting While she played Now She lies in silence Golden Embracing me in the depth of night And the grove is still.