(By Matraca Berg & Gary Harrison)


He was working through college on my grandpa's farm
I was thirsting for knowledge and he had a car, yeah,
I was caught somewhere between a woman and a child,
one restless summer we found love growing wild
On the banks of the river on a well beaten path, its
Funny how those memories they last


Like strawberry wine,seventeen
The hot July moon saw everything
My first taste of love
whoa bittersweet
but Green on the vine
Like strawberry wine


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 BR> 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
but Green on the vine
Like strawberry wine


The fields have grown over now Broken-Winged Lyrics
Torn apart No longer one with the sense Inside frustration takes control Standing alone under a silverstenched moon An endless strife without any goal