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Honey, I’ll make the cup if you stomp out the wine
We can fill it up with the fruit of the vine
Fruit of the vine, fruit of the vine
Now we ain’t gonna hang ‘round honey, waitin’ for a sign
We’re gonna fill up our cup with the fruit of the vine
Fruit of the vine, fruit of the vine
Chorus:
These words are the cup, this love is the wine
I’m singin’ ‘em to let you know, honey, know that you are mine
And when that sweet fruit’s hangin’ down so fine
Just pull it down and stomp it, baby, pull it down and stomp it, baby
Pull it down and stomp it, baby, fruit of the vine
Oh, the moon will shine on down and the stars will all align
When we fill up our cup with the fruit of the vine
Fruit of the vine, fruit of the vine
Chorus
Bridge:
And when the air is growing colder, babe, and the vine is drying up
We can reach into our cellar, babe, and pour another cup
And we will pass it back and forth and we will drink till we are drunk on this love
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We’ll hold each other close, as our hearts entwine
We’ll fill up all our senses with the fruit of the vine
Fruit of the vine, fruit of the vine
Chorus |
