Written by neil diamond



And her eyes

Hurt the way they do

Almost like they'd seen

Almost like they knew

And her words

Soft as they could be

Tied me to her soul

And couldn't set me free



And the night

That held us in its arms

It held us once again

But even then

I knew this time

That i would decline

Sweet rosemary's wine



Lately i

Seem to be inclined

More to being cold

Less to being kind

And i suppose

That i've been less than true

Being what i am

What was i to do?



So i drink

The sweetness of her soul

And drink it once again

But even then

I guess i'd known

That i would decline

Sweet rosemary's wine




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