Bring Me

Bring Me

(Vitae Summa Brevis Spem Nos Vetat Incohare Longam — Ode 1.4, Horace (65-8 b.c.e.) —Ernest Dowson)

Bring me that September, Remember we were young? Sitting on Ben Eaidair, Clinging to the sun. The heat of days we cherished, The warmth that went too soon, Now I stand, just staring at the moon.

Bring me to the Redwoods We loved in Avondale, Bring me to the river and its song. Bring me to that time, when nothing good could fail O Baby, wasn’t I so wrong.

Chorus Days of Wine and Roses, Nights of wild desire, Tempered in the moment, The moments of our fire. And all our dreams so close, And all our wishes true, Remember, remember I loved you.

Bring me to the river Let me see it flow Its song forever singing The words that we both know, And bring me to the mountain, Let me gaze from there Through the clouds of the eyes, the deep despair.

Bring me to the moments The past has packed away; Bring me all the words we loved to say. Say them in a whisper, so I may know again That joy, before we sent the sun away.

Chorus Days of wine and roses, Memories so warm, Standing on the foredeck Relishing the storm; But now the winds of change Have changed my tune; But I remember that September and that June, O the days of wine and roses fled too soon.

— © Frank Callery, February 27th 2017.