Warm Red Wine

Put some money in the jukebox and let it play

For my heart is cold with its pain

Take the cork from the bottle of a warm red wine

And fill my glass up, again

Fill my glass to the brim till it flows over the rim

Like the tears flow in this heart of mine

While I'll sail so long to the dreams that are gone

On account of the warm red wine

Oh, the prison of stone with its cold iron bars

Is no more than a prison than mine

I'm a prisoner of drink who will never escape

From the chains of the warm red wine

Oh, the wine is red, so warm and red

Like a ruby, it sparkles and gleams

But I paid for the wine, the one red wine

With all of my hopes and dreams