You and I
Are two grapes on the vine
You and I
Are two grapes on the vine
And when our skin collides
Our souls merge and combine
To make the sweetest wine

And I know we
Sprout from the best of seeds
I know we
Sprout from the best of seeds
And if the sprouting does proceed
Oh, the souls our blood will feed
By the lives we both shall lead

But if a raisin I become
Will you still stay with me
If a raisin I become
Will you still stay with me
For though my fruit is young
Sour to the tongue
Without you it would be

Autumn won't you come
Lie in my summer sun
Autumn won't you come
Lie in my summer sun
Safe from the winds that blow
And fill your heart with snow
And leave you alone and cold

For the season will arrive
When our seeds our sown
The season will arrive
When our seeds our sown
And we'll know what it's worth
Time spent on the Earth
When we see what we have grown

For we will be
Two grapes with wrinkled skin
We will be
Two grapes with wrinkled skin
Aged by wisdom's hands
Unappealing to the eye
But inside what a sweet surprise

For you and I
Are two grapes on the vine
You and I
Are two grapes on the vine
And if grapes we shall remain
Till we no more feel the rain
That would suit me fine