Lyrics Secret Smile - Phish
Sometimes
when
the
evening's
young
The
wind
dies
down
the
setting
sun
Crochets
the
clouds
with
yarn
so
fine
And
fills
the
oceans
with
red
wine
I
see
the
sky,
the
forest
fair
Bringing
flavor
to
the
air
I
raised
my
glass
and
in
a
while
You
answer
with
a
secret
smile
Hold
on
Hold
on
Hold
on
to
me
An
airborne
leaf
that
landed
near
Has
carried
Dionysus
here
I
slip
away
but
only
when
He
sees
our
glasses
filled
again
Sometimes
when
the
evening's
young
The
wind
dies
down
the
setting
sun
Crochets
the
clouds
with
yarn
so
fine
And
fills
the
oceans
with
red
wine
Hold
on
Hold
on
Hold
on
to
me
Hold
on
Hold
on
Hold
on
to
me
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