PHISH LYRICS



"Secret Smile"


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 win



The trees, the sky, the forest fair

Bring a flavor to the air

I raise my glass and in a while

You answer with a secret smile



Hold on, hold on to me



An airborne leaf that landed near Has carried Dionysus here

He'll slip away but only when

He sees our glasses filled again





[Thanks to gtrisko_33@hotmail.com for these lyrics]