I didn't have to open up the bottle to pour out the glass of cherry wine   After all the things you've said if I want to look at red   I look at this broken heart of mine   You broke my heart and left it slowly pleading   A crimson stream is red as cherry wine   It could have been as sweet but you tossed it at your feet   Take a look at this broken heart of mine   [ fiddle ]   It's a mangled mess of many mornful moments   A symbol of a love that was so blind   It shows that when there's hate it can't be to reate   Take a look at this broken heart of mine   You leered at love then laughed and left it lying   To wither like a grape upon the vine   Like a garden choked with weeds like the flowers turned to seeds   Take a look at this broken heart of mine