Now and then it is good
To have one's table red with wine and roses.
To touch a hand and chain a soul.
To feel a love an overdose.

Now and then it is delight
To meet and greet and feast and dine.
To touch a hand and chain a soul.
What's mine is yours, what's yours is mine.

Now and then it is a joy,
To shake and play with your grandsons.
To teach and touch and tell a tale.
'Son, Now here my work is done.'