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He was working through college
On my grandpa's farm.
I was thirsting for knowledge
And he had a car.
I was caught somewhere
Between a woman and a child.
When 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.
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 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.
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
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
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