The Wine of Lebanon Songtext
von Cass McCombs

What′s left when fortune fair returns a thief?
Providence is too brief
What's left to grieve?

Currency, the bitter end
After the flood, what remains?
The wine of Lebanon
The wine of Lebanon

What′s left when harvest tugs upon her yoke?
Cruel garters around her, choke
What's left to hope?

Strap me down into your chair
Whip me till I beg for air
The wine of Lebanon
The wine of Lebanon


What's left of decadence after a year?
Pulling them from ear to ear
What holds a man?

A lottery of emptiness
What is left?
What is right?
The wine of Lebanon

You offered me
The wine of Lebanon
Flowing free

The wine of Lebanon
So red and true
The wine of Lebanon
What can I offer you?
What can I offer you?