I think it is the French connection
Yes that long glass of Kronenburg 1664
Ice cold larger in the blaze of a setting sun
Always I guess we are taken back
That is what time on our own provides
I hope it does the same for you
So let's go back to the Gaelic persuasion
To summer nights by St Ives harbour
A few beers and chilled white wine
A meal with artful conversation
Out then into the midnight air
Onto the seashore; kissing, skipping
No wonder occasionally we take a drink
Especially from the French connection
