The first time I laid me eyes on you I knew
We''d spend this life side by side
I still feel the same though you are far away
I swear you''ll always be my
All love at first, like generous wine,
Ferments and frets until ‘tis fine;
But when ‘tis settled on the lee,
And from th’ impurer matter free,
Become the richer still the older,
And proves the pleasanter the colder.
