Le Chalet was a little cafe
Where two starstruck
lovers went to dine
And the maître d’
brought us some bree
And a bottle of
blackberry wine
Let the blackberry
wine
Take the blame for
this sorrow
Let the blackberry
wine
Take the blame for
these tears
What seemed so real in
my dreams
Was gone with the
light of the morrow
Let the blackberry
wine
Take the blame for
this sorrow
What could I see in
the darkness of the night
Apart from the light
in her eyes?
Let the blackberry
wine
Take the blame for her
lies
That sweet and bitter
wine
Rests easy on my mind
Help for the pain
O’er the years
Let the blackberry
wine
Take the blame for
these tears