By ginger baker and janet godfreyWho wants the worry, the hurry of city life.Money, nothing funny; wasting the best of our life.Sweet wine, hay making, sunshine day breaking.We can wait till tomorrow.Car speed, road calling, bird freed, leaf falling.We can bide time.Second verseFirst verse
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Sweet Wine Lyrics

Eric Clapton – Sweet Wine Lyrics