Written by Neil Diamond

And her eyes

Hurt the way they do

Almost like theyÂ’d seen

Almost like they knew

And her words

Soft as they could be

Tied me to her soul

And couldnÂ’t set me free



And the night

That held us in its arms

It held us once again

But even then

I knew this time

That I would decline

Sweet RosemaryÂ’s Wine



Lately I

Seem to be inclined

More to being cold

Less to being kind

And I suppose

That IÂ’ve been less than true

Being what I am

What was I to do?



So I drink

The sweetness of her soul

And drink it once again

But even then

I guess IÂ’d known

That I would decline

Sweet RosemaryÂ’s wine