By ginger baker and janet godfreyWho wants the worry, the hurry of city life.Money, nothing funny; wasting the best of our life.Sweet wine, hay making, sunshine day breaking.We can wait till tomorrow.Car speed, road calling, bird freed, leaf falling.We can bide time.Second verseFirst verse [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/e/eric_clapton/sweet_wine.html ]
