This is a much simplified version of Hozier's Cherry Wine for those of us who aren't so skilled
as to play the original tab...!


[Verse]

             
Her eyes and w

              
ords are so ic

              
y, oh, but she

  
 burns
             
Like rum on a 

   
fire
 
Hot and fast a

nd angry as sh

e can be
           
I walk my days

       
 on a wire


[Chorus]

            
   It looks ug

 
ly, but it's c

lean
            
   Oh mamma, d

            
on't fuss over


 me

             
 The way she t

            
ells me I'm he

         
rs and she is 

mine
             
 Open hand or 

           
closed fist wo

        
uld be fine
             
But blood is r

          
are and sweet 

             
as cherry wine


[Verse]

             
Calls of guilt

              
y thrown at me

              
 all while she

   
 stains
             
The sheets of 

      
some other
             
Thrown at me s

              
o powerfully j

              
ust like she t

 
hrows
             
With the arm o

      
f her brother


[Chorus]

            
   But I want 

 
it, it's a cri

me
            
   That she's 

            
not around mos

         
t of the time

             
 The way she t

            
ells me I'm he

         
rs and she is 

mine
             
 Open hand or 

           
closed fist wo

        
uld be fine
             
But blood is r

          
are and sweet 

             
as cherry wine


[Verse]

             
Her fight and 

              
fury's fiery, 

              
oh, but she lo


ves
             
Like sleep to 

     
the freezing
             
Sweet and righ

              
t and merciful

              
, I'm all but 

 
washed
             
In the tide of

      
 her breathing


[Chorus]

            
   And it's wo

     
rth it, it's d

ivine
            
   I have this

            
 some of the t

 
ime

             
 The way she t

            
ells me I'm he

         
rs and she is 

mine
             
 Open hand or 

           
closed fist wo

        
uld be fine
             
But blood is r

          
are and sweet 

     
as cherry wine