i was dreaming of a twilight smoky mountain light rain falling like a whisper woke me up in the park by the fountain you dont know how much it brings me sadness remembering the love i left behind i keep thinking bout the good times and its madness if i keep it up its gonna break my mind fine port wine all i have is the memory of her kindness all i see is the outline of her heart getting lost in the blindness when i caught a greyhound bus to this here city i never thought id miss her country ways but no one here believes in love its a pity and im getting tired of velvet ropes and fancy cabarets they got fine port wine but all i have is the memory of her kindness hey mr businessman can you spare a quarter hey mrs christian louboutin can you spare a dime theres a little bar with a jukebox round the corner where we could go and have ourselves a time well they got fine port wine but all i have is the memory of her kindness fine port wine