The Silver Chalice
I’m your silver chalice
And every drink you take; you’ll take from me
I’ll cool you with cool water when you’re warm
And in the cold I’ll warm you
And when you crave for me,
Take me to your lips
And smile at me the smile that launched
A thousand ships
Then I’ll gladly quench your thirst.
I’ll do anything that you need,
Guaranteed.
I’m your silver chalice
So look after me,
Polish me once in a while.
You might even give me a sign
That you appreciate it when I shine.
When you call to me,
Your voice is like a song
That’s sings to me and cheers me when I’m sad
And I like the way the notes trip along
And your hand
Slips into mine.