Darling, sip your midnight wine
Tonight might be the last time
I hold you, angel of the piedmont
Raven hair like the darkest night
Lips stained with deep red wine
Merlot, vine of the piedmont
Kiss me under a southern pine
Kiss me as the last stars shine
Wrapped together like a ball of twine
This is the fall line
This is where all rivers break
And this might be our last night
What a fitting place
It’ll be a bittersweet morning when we wake
So give me beauty, warm and fine
Give me music, give me wine
Give me love, hand in mine
As we cross the fall line
Darling play your mandolin
Sing for me that song again
Your voice is a precious gem of the piedmont
The two of us by the Eno River
The moon above us like an almond sliver
That vision still makes me shiver when it’s conjured
The fire yearns for dry timber
Your eyes burn when you remember
Read me our future in the embers
This is the fall line
This is where all rivers break
And this might be our last night
What a fitting place
Then we'll run away like a freight train.
So give me beauty, warm and fine
Give me music, give me wine
Give me love, hand in mine
As we cross the fall line
All rivers break, all mornings wake
All love don't make it through
Some buildings shake, you feel me quake
As I sing this song to you
All rivers break, all mornings wake
All love don't make it through

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