Tasting History Testo

Stephanie's father came here from Alsace He bought a grey Victorian house Filled with coloured glass He kept his old wine bottles In a cellar down below On Friday nights, he'd take some out And stand them in a row All that he said All of us there were tasting history Those perfume-laden liquids Whatever they might be He dispensed them like a chemist From the sixteenth century Then leaned back in his armchair With understated glee While we tripped over our tongues To trace their ancestry All that he said All of us there were tasting history All through the night In glass-filtered light, tasting history Stephanie went to Egypt To an excavation site She works beneath the Pharaoh's moon Deep into the night Her Dad still opens Chambertin As the candle burns away It was the favourite of Napoleon That's what he liked to say All through the night All of us there were tasting history All through the night In glass-filtered light, tasting history