I love him, As often as I may, And I will give him before it goes away, The grass and wine brought love that makes him laugh and gentle. Look! at him he may be smiling, The eyes are wide and black and acid clear, Not exactly knowing why he stays when he speaks of leaving. He won't say "Damn, I want to love tomorrow" He knows the one I love each time is never quite the same. But it's so near and with that in mind I'll ask to borrow him. Look! At the love that has him moving on and on. Stop anything that makes the loving bore, And when he uses every soft word that I say, He'll go away. I love him, As often as I may, And I will give him before it goes away, The grass and wine brought love that makes him laugh and gentle. Look! at him he may be smiling, The eyes are wide and black and acid clear, Not exactly knowing why he stays when he speaks of leaving. He won't say "Damn, I want to love tomorrow" He knows the one I love each time is never quite the same But it's so near and with that in mind I'll ask to borrow him. Look! At the love that has him moving on and on. Stop anything that makes the loving bore, And when he uses every soft word that I say, He'll go away.