Tell me how the wines are made Mother child among the grapes Tell me how long to wait What will come when these men age?
And what will come if storms they rage And who will come if our bottles break When they're too young to see this place Does father time have a plan in place?
And mother child among the grapes Cause father time is stern that way Frigid nights and warmer days And just like wine we wait to age
And in time I’m keen to say What is wrong if I’m born this way And they change you to have their way They like wine from all the grapes
From all these names…
Mother Child before the day Were spending time before they play In the vines of the men that pay For the wine that they will taste
And father time is stern that way Won't let them ripe till he’s had his way In the cellars is where we stay And just like wine we wait to age
