Secret Smile Lyrics - Phish

Sometimes when the evening's young 

The wind dies down the setting sun 

Crochets the clouds with yarn so fine 

And fills the oceans with red wine 

The trees, the sky, the forest fair 

Bringing flavor to the air 

I raised my glass and in a while 

You answer with a secret smile 

Hold on 

Hold on 

Hold on to me 

An airborne leaf that landed near 

Has carried Dionysus here 

I slip away but only when 

He sees our glasses filled again 

Sometimes when the evening's young 

The wind dies down the setting sun 

Crochets the clouds with yarn so fine 

And fills the oceans with red wine 

Hold on 

Hold on 

Hold on to me 

Hold on 

Hold on 

Hold on to me