Last night I bedded

With a bottle of beaujolais

Trustin' that in time

My blues might drift away

Slumber drew me victim

To the blues water's sweet bouquet

When I woke up this morning

I had a beautiful dream

It had been the summer

When I was just eighteen

When I turned the lights on

There were ten years in between

It made my heart hunger

Made my years younger

Old Father Time's

Made up his mind and circumstance

Good times and bad times

Each weaves it's own web

There's no second chance

Now the curtain falls

On still another day

While hopes and dreams hang out

As if to say

Life's to important

Just to let it slip away

Repeat Chorus

Tonight I will be beddin'

With a bottle of chardonnay

Hoping that in time

My blues might fade away

Soon fallen victim

To the night wine's sweet bouquet

Makes my heart hunger

To make my years younger

Old Father Time's

Made up his mind and circumstance

Good times and bad times

Each weaves it's own web

There's no second chance

Old Father Time's

Made up his mind and circumstance

Good times and bad times

Each weaves it's own web

There's no second chance