Strawberry wine - Deana Carter

Strawberry Wine



He was working through college . . .
On my grandpa's farm
I was thirstin' for knowledge . . . . . . . . . .
And he had a car .
I was caught somewhere between a woman and a child
One restless summer we found love growing wild
On the banks of a river on a well beaten path
Ain't funny how those memories they last
like Strawberry wine Seventeen
The hot July moon Saw everything .
My first taste of love whoa bittersweet
And green on the vine Like strawberry wine
And I still remember . . . . . . . . . .
When thirty was old
My biggest fear was September . . . . . . . . . . . .
When he had to go A few cards and letters
and one long distance call
We drifted away like the leaves in the fall
But year after year I come back to this place
Just to remember the taste
of Strawberry wine Seventeen
The hot July moon Saw everything .
My first taste of love whoa bittersweet
And green on the vine Like strawberry wine
The fields have grown over now
Years since they've seen the plow
nothing time hasn't touched
Was it really him or the loss of my innocence
I've been missing so much

Strawberry wine Seventeen
The hot July moon Saw everything
My first taste of love whoa bittersweet