STRAWBERRY WINE BY DEANA CARTER

He was working thriugh collage on my grandpa's farm

I was thirsting for knowledge and he had a car

I was caught some where between a women and a child

when one restless summer we found love growing wild

on the banks of the river on a well beaten path

funny how those memories they last

Like strawberry wine and seventeen

The hot July moon saw everything

My first taste of love oh bittersweet

Green on the vine

like strawberry wine

I still remember when thirty was old

And 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 the leaves in the fall

But year after year I come back to this place

Just to remember the taste

Of strawberry wine and seventeen

The hot July moon saw every thing

my first taste of love oh bittersweet

Green on the vine