Broken Hearted Wine

In spring time
When you haven’t got a dime
Yeah, in spring time
And life seems a crime
Come on over
Cry on my shoulder, and drink
Broken-hearted wine
Tastes fine
In the spring time
Broken-hearted wine
Tastes fine

So you finally see her face at last, and the pain will never pass
You thought she was the only girl in the whole wide world for you
You can come on over
Cry on my shoulder, and drink
Broken-hearted wine
Tastes fine
In the spring time
Broken-hearted wine
Tastes fine

So you don’t know what to do
There’s just one cure for you
In spring time
When there isn’t any reason
Or rhyme
To thinkin’
That you’ll be mine
So come on over
Cry on my shoulder, and drink
Broken-hearted wine
Tastes fine
In the spring time
Broken-hearted wine
Tastes fine
In the spring time