[Verse 1] Bring me the laughter of the field, The shade beneath an ancient tree, One cup to bless the passing hour, One faithful friend beside me. [Chorus] A jug of wine, A song to sing, A little sunlight on the wing, What greater wealth could kings possess Than this brief spring? [Verse 2] Tomorrow's promise is unknown, Yesterday cannot return, Tonight the stars are close enough For mortal hands to nearly burn. [Chorus] A jug of wine, A song to sing, A little sunlight on the wing, What greater wealth could kings possess Than this brief spring? [Bridge] So let the long roads wait outside, Let every hurried measure cease; The bread is warm, the table wide, Your quiet smile has made me peace. [Instrumental] [Verse 3] The cup grows light, the fire burns low, The orchard settles into sleep; Yet in the stories that we share, The night has given more than we can keep. [Final Chorus] A jug of wine, A song to sing, A little sunlight on the wing, What greater wealth could kings possess Than this brief spring? A jug of wine, A song to sing, Your hand in mine, the evening kind; No crown could buy this hour we hold, No treasure leave it behind. [Outro] One cup to bless the passing hour, One faithful friend beside me.
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