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 his face at last, and the pain will never pass You thought he was the only boy in the whole wide world for you Well, 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 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 In the spring time