Al Stewart - Under A Wine Stained Moon lyrics

Socrates drank the hemlock Perhaps he didn't mind the taste I guess it was a noble gesture Of maybe it was done in haste By the blue Aegean Like an ancient tune Dreams of Mycenaean heroes Under a winestained moon You've got this impulsive nature Maybe you were born that way Sometimes it leads you into danger Sometimes you can make it pay One a night like this one Fly a red balloon On an endless beach of summer Under a winestained moon You know that I'll be waiting for you Even when I'm frail and old With hands that shake my wine gla** And skin like hammered gold Hear the water lapping Like a drunk ba**oon Beach umbrellas flapping somewhere Under a winestained moon.