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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
It's funny how those memories they last

Like strawberry wine, and seventeen
The hot July moon saw everything
My first taste of love
Oh, bittersweet the 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, and seventeen
The hot July moon saw everything
My first taste of love
Oh, bittersweet the green on the vine
Like strawberry wine

The fields have grown over now
Years since they've seen the plow
There's nothing time hasn't touched
Is it really him or the loss of my innocence
I've been missing so much, yeah

Strawberry wine, and seventeen
The hot July moon saw everything
My first taste of love
Oh, bittersweet the green on the vine
Like strawberry wine
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   It's funny how those memories they last      Like strawberry wine, and seventeen   The hot July moon saw everything   My first taste of love    Oh, bittersweet the 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, and seventeen   The hot July moon saw everything   My first taste of love    Oh, bittersweet the green on the vine   Like strawberry wine      The fields have grown over now   Years since they've seen the plow   There's nothing time hasn't touched   Is it really him or the loss of my innocence   I've been missing so much, yeah      Strawberry wine, and seventeen   The hot July moon saw everything   My first taste of love   Oh, bittersweet the green on the vine   Like strawberry wine