Secret Smile

Phish

Compositor: Tom Marshall / Trey Anastasio

Sometimes when the evening's young
The wind dies down the setting sun,
crochet's the clouds with yarn so fine,
and fills the oceans with red wine.
I see the sky, the forest fair,
bringing flavor to the air.
I raised my glass and in a while,
you answer with a secret smile.

Hold on, with me
Hold on
Hold on, with me
Hold on

An airborne leaf that landed near,
has carried Dionysys here.
I slip away but only when,
he sees our glasses filled again.
Sometimes when the evening's young
The wind dies down the setting sun,
crochet's the clouds with yarn so fine,
and fills the oceans with red wine.

Hold on, with me
Hold on
Hold on, with me
Hold on