Son Of A Widow - mewithoutYou

I’ll ring Your doorbell

Until You let me in

And I can no longer tell

Where «You» end and «I» begin

Grape on the vine, grape on the vine

We’ve been alone a long time

Grape on the vine… why not be crushed to make wine?

Pay no attention to me

Dancing with my girl

With every intention to be

Failures in this world

Grape on the vine, grape on the vine

We’ve been alone a long time

Grape on the vine… why not be crushed to make wine?

Six of my closest friends

Will dig up the ground

All my accomplishments

Gently lowered down

Grape on the vine, grape on the vine

We’ve been alone a long time

Grape on the vine…

All is the same to the souls

Of those so much resigned

Grape on the vine, grape on the vine

We’ve been alone a long time

Grape on the vine, grape on the vine

The Son of the widow

You raised from the dead

Where did his soul go

When he died again?