Sweet Cherry Wine

"Sweet Cherry Wine" is a song by Tommy James and the Shondells from their 1969 album Cellophane Symphony. The song hit number seven on the Billboard Hot 100 and hit number six on the Canadian charts. This psychedelic song was released at the height of psychedelia and right after one previous psychedelic song by Tommy James and the Shondells, "Crimson and Clover", and before "Crystal Blue Persuasion". It actually expresses Tommy James' Christian beliefs, particularly that "sweet cherry wine" is indeed the Blood of Christ. The song begins with the use of an organ, adds brass instruments, and ends with a solo flute that fades out at the end of the song. Adding to the psychedelia of this and other songs on the album was the then-new Moog synthesizer.

It is also a quiet protest of the Vietnam War. "Yesterday my friend went off marching to war...we ain't a marching anymore".

Famous quotes containing the words sweet, cherry and/or wine:

    How we shall earn our bread is a grave question; yet it is a sweet and inviting question. Let us not shirk it, as is usually done. It is the most important and practical question which is put to man. Let us not answer it hastily. Let us not be content to get our bread in some gross, careless, and hasty manner. Some men go a-hunting, some a-fishing, some a-gaming, some to war; but none have so pleasant a time as they who in earnest seek to earn their bread.
    Henry David Thoreau (1817–1862)

    Lay down, lay down the bigly bier,
    Lat me the dead look on;
    Wi’ cherry cheeks and ruby lips
    She lay an’ smil’d on him.

    O ae sheave o’ your bread, true-love,
    An’ ae glass o’ your wine,
    For I hae fasted for your sake
    These fully day [is] nine.
    Anna Gordon Brown (1747–1810)

    Like a tale of little meaning though the words are strong;
    Chanted from an ill-used race of men that cleave the soil,
    Sow the seed, and reap the harvest with enduring toil,
    Storing yearly little dues of wheat, and wine and oil;
    Till they perish and they suffer—some, ‘tis
    whispered—down in hell
    Alfred Tennyson (1809–1892)