Soave, Soave by Schantieman
(Tune: Sovay, Sovay (trad.); New words by Steve Freedman)

Soave, Soave, on any day
Far nicer than a Muscadet
With a bottle and glasses all by your side,
It's with your true love,
It's with your true love you may imbibe

Fitou, Fitou, for me and you
The sort of wine that you have to chew.
And it's made from grapes that grow in the south;
It's rich and fruity,
It's rich and fruity all in your mouth.

Le Beaujolais, nouveau où vieux
Je voudrai boire un verre où deux.
Et le Bourgogne rouge, c'est le vin qui j'aime
Pour boire du soir
Où pour déjeuner, c'est toute la même.

The Beaujolais, if old or new,
I'd like to drink just one glass or two
And red Burgundy, that's the wine I like,
To drink at lunchtime,
To drink at lunchtime or drink at night.

I'd like a glass of Blanc de Blanc
Much better than a bottle of plonk
And Champagne – its bubbles, so mighty fine!
It truly is,
It truly is the king of wine.

For I do intend, all for to drink
These wines I love as well you may think.
And as you can tell from these things I've said
I'll keep on drinking
Until the moment I drop down dead.


Copyright ©S. J. Freedman