Portuguese red wine

You're waiting for me, though it's not yet evening Since early morning restless and awake The candles burn, the flowers softly gleaming You whisper low — it's time, for goodness' sake It's time at last to come to our meeting To hold you close and gently calm your fears And to my simple question, softly pleading You'll say you can't go on without me near We'll sit together by the fire's ember And pour the deepest Portuguese red wine And on this night, this endless night, remember To you alone, to you, I will be thine And on this night, this endless night, remember To you alone, to you, I will be thine I know that soon, the silence sharply breaking The doorbell's ring will shatter through the air And I will find your soul, with longing aching When I step in and meet your waiting stare We'll sit together by the fire's ember And pour the deepest Portuguese red wine And on this night, this endless night, remember To you alone, to you, I will be thine We'll sit together by the fire's ember And pour the deepest Portuguese red wine And on this night, this endless night, remember To you alone, to you, I will be thine