He was working through college
On my grandpa's farm
I was thirstin' for knowledge
And he had a car
I was caught somewhere between a woman and a child
One restless summer we found love growing wild
On the banks of a river on a well beaten path
Ain't funny how those memories they last like
Strawberry wine
Seventeen
The hot July moon
Saw everything
My first taste of love whoa bittersweet
And green on the vine
Like strawberry wine
I still remember
The fields have grown over now
Years since they've seen the plow
Was it really him or the loss of my innocence
I've been missing so much
Yaaaaahhhh