Aphordite's Potion - Lyrics
I.
The day's grow long and the nights grow still
As he wonders life all alone
For he has no wife and he has no child
To sing him merry song
What's a man to do when he takes his rest
And the house makes not but a sound
Should he walk one mile to bring forth one smile
Or find one long lost hound
Bridge I. Aphordite
Bridge II. The Potion
Chorus
In the woods there is a willow tree
With birds that sing the wild
And a woman dressed in crimsom red
Who never breaks her smile
She brings berries and a picnic box
To while away the hours
You'll find peace and rest with her tonight
Just taste my mystic powers
Bridge I and II
II.
Chop wood by day and break branch by night
Seeking warmth and light from a fire
And when morning comes he repeats his sum
One more lonely mile
What's a man to do when he breaks his step
And his head fills not with a sound
Should he walk one mile to bring forth one smile
Or find one long lost hound
