They're at the table wishing, holding hands and reminiscing, For they were both young lovers in the past.But they're not in their prime, not like the younger wine, That they are gently sipping from the glass.They are just two lonely souls who travel different roads, And should have met a lot of years ago.But fate is so uncertain, and life can have its hurtin', And they have both lived long enough to know.New wine in old bottles has a young and rich bouquet.It seems its bubbles drown the troubles and float them all away.When the hopes have dwindled, it can rekindle a flame that has grown ***.But with new wine in old bottles, two hearts can love again.Arm in arm they cuddle tightly, as the moon is beaming brightly, Down across the wind of pain.Now that they are older, they're not looking o'er their shoulder, To a faded love that now seems all in vain.As you hear their happy laughter, the only thing they're after, Is another chance at something they have missed.Take the new wine that is chilling, these old bottles need refilling, Then let old Mother Nature do the rest.New wine in old bottles has a young and rich bouquet.It seems its bubbles drown the troubles and float them all away.When the hopes have dwindled, it can rekindle a flame that has grown ***.But with new wine in old bottles, two hearts can love again.