The delicious sites and smiles,
The delicious taste of wine,
The delicious taste of happiness,
The delicious taste of this fruitful place at which we've come to dine.

My feet reel so tired,
So worn and so whipping,
All after this night,
Of just cloud dancing.
I am the weary traveler
From stories you've read
My waist and thighs mourning,
After one night of cloud dancing!
My fingers are frail,
And my limbs have falln limp,
But I'll stay here all night
And sing with the stars.