Strawberries, cherries, and an angel's kiss in spring;
My summer wine is really made from all these things...
I walked in town on silver spurs that jingled, too
And sang A song that I had sang just for a few
She saw my silver spurs and said, "Let's pass some time,
And I will give to you summer wine," O-o-oh, summer wine!
Strawberries, cherries, and an angel's kiss in spring;
My summer wine is really made from all these things.
Take off your silver spurs and help me pass the time
And I will give to you summer wine, O-o-oh, summer wine!
My eyes grew heavy and my lips they could not speak
I tried to stand up, but I could not find my feet
She reassured me with an unfamiliar line,
And then she gave to me more summer wine,
O-o-oh, summer wine!
Strawberries, cherries, and an angel's kiss in spring;
My summer wine is really made from all these things.
Take off your silver spurs and help me pass the time
And I will give to you summer wine. O-o-oh, summer wine!
When we woke up, the sun was shining in our eyes
Our silver spurs were gone my head felt twice its size
Who took those silver spurs, a dollar and a dime
And left us cravin' for more summer wine?
O-o-oh, summer wine...