[Verse 1] Grapes were ripening on the garden hill, Cascading bunches glowing in the sun, Like crystal beads, each hiding in its heart A tiny seed beneath the golden skin. The garden stood wide open to the winds, And one wandering breeze came drifting in. He slipped beneath the vines and hid away, Where sunlit grapes were hanging overhead. [Verse 2] Above him, shining beads of purple gold Were trembling softly in the summer light. He reached for them beneath the leafy shade, And tasted them one by one. But in that very moment of his boldness, The garden's mistress saw the stranger there. One eyebrow rose in sudden indignation— Then laughter flashed like pearls between her teeth. [Chorus] Oh, wind beneath the vines, Where do you think you hide? The garden has its mistress, And she has caught you by surprise. Oh, wind beneath the vines, You thought yourself unseen— Now two great clusters crown your shoulders, Like a warrior of the green. [Verse 3] The startled wanderer leapt beneath the leaves, Caught suddenly beneath her watchful eyes. He stumbled back — and two enormous bunches Fell softly on his shoulders like epaulettes. A warrior dressed in grapes and summer light, A captured wind beneath the ancient vine. And somewhere in the garden, warm with sun, Her laughter followed him through every leaf. [Bridge — playful, whispered] “Who gave you leave To steal my grapes?” “I was only passing by…” “Then why are you hiding Under my vines?” [Final Chorus] Oh, wind beneath the vines, You cannot run away. The garden knows your secret, The grapes have given you away. Oh, wind beneath the vines, Now wear your green-gold crown— Two heavy bunches on your shoulders, And nowhere left to hide.
