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