Eric Clapton

Eric Clapton - Sweet Wine lyrics

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by Ginger Baker and Janet Godfrey



Who 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.



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Language: English

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