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My Sweetheart decided to start clearing out the cellar tonight,
He cracked open a bottle of fine red wine,
“What year was it I asked?”
“1997 “he said,
What a great pick,
That was the year we met !
He handed me a big glass of red.

A good drop or two later ,
( It did go straight to my head),
It was as if I was in a time machine
Transported back to 1997,
Was I in heaven?
To think, when those grapes were picked and put in a bottle,
The rose coloured glasses were on,
Flying full throttle,
Frisky and fresh,
Hot like chilli,
Our faces unlined,
We took to the sky.

Being philosophical,
If I could pickle all my sweet, sweet moments with you,
I would put them in a bottle,
Love and time,
Preserved in a bottle of wine,
Like fruit preserved in jam,
From days gone by.
Being philosophical,
If I could pickle all my sweet, sweet moments with you
I would put them in a bottle,
It would be the perfect tonic
For wounds acute or chronic,
I would store them in the cellar for
Gloomy weather,
You are the best medicine.

Sweet, sweet moments,
Let’s make lots and lots,
Good acts,
kind words,
The good good drops,
Life can be tough,
Seas can be rough,
There can be tricky stuff to deal with,
But are you holding a half full
Or a half empty glass?
Sweet, sweet moments,
Let’s make lots of them along the way,
Random acts of kindness,
Count our blessings every day,
Words are very powerful,
Careful what you say,
Sweet, sweet moments,
Be generous,
Share them around,
Make the world a better place.

My Sweetheart decided to continue clearing out the cellar tonight, I fast forward to 2049,
It is our Winter,
Our faces deeply lined,
Etched with time,
So grateful to be old, his hand still to hold,
He cracks open a bottle of red wine ( a bit shakily!)
“What year is it ?!” I ask,
“2020” he says,
I take a big swig,
It was vinegar that drop,
That was a tough year so glad we survived,
Chased by an invisible monster,
We had to run and hide for our lives,
However great lessons were learned,
Its the simple things in life we realised,
That bring joy to the heart.

Life is a very mixed bag,
You sure come across
The good and the bad,
The rotten eggs,
The wrecking balls may come your way,
At the end of the day it is how you behave
That matters!
Life can be a pickle and very very fickle,
Theres no guarantee that things will be nice,
It’s the roll of the dice,
Your mind can boggle when you look at the sky,
“Why am I here? What’s the meaning of life,”
You never know what’s going to land on your platter,
at the end of the day
It’s the sweet sweet moments that matter!

Sweet, sweet moments,
Let’s make lots and lots,
Good acts kind words,
The good good drops.
Words live on preserved in a song,
And if you want to know how much I love you,
All you need to do
is press the on button,
You can just turn it on,
Turn it On,
Play it again,
Replay!

Unlike milk,
Love has no use by date,
My glass is overflowing,
I hope yours is too!

Sweet, sweet moments,
Let’s make lots and lots,
Good acts kind words,
The good good drops.

If you want to remember my gratitude,
All you need to do is press the on button,
turn it on,
Play it again,
replay,
Can you hear my voice echo,
“Thank you“
To the end of the Milky Way ?

Being philosophical,
If I could pickle all my sweet, sweet moments with you I would put them in a bottle,
Time and love,
Preserved in a bottle
of wine,
Like fruit preserved in jam from days gone by.

Being philosophical,
Let’s make many more sweet, sweet moments and put them in a bottle,
Lots of good drops,
Good medicine,
And in time to come,
When our story’s done,
My words of love and gratitude,
Will be pickled and preserved in this song!