Strawberries, cherries and

an angel kissing spring.

My summer wine is really,

made from all these things.

I walked in town on silver

spurs that jingled to,

a song that I had only

sang to just a few...

She saw my silver spurs,

and said let's pass some time.

And I will give to you, summer wine.

Oh ohhh, summer wine.

Strawberries, cherries and

an angel kissing 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...

Oh ohhh, summer wine.

My eyes grew heavy,

and my lips they could not speak.

I tried to get up,

but I couldn't find my feet.

She reassured me with,

the unfamiliar line.

And then she gave to

me, more summer wine.

Oh ohhh, summer wine.

Strawberries, cherries and

an angel kissing 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...

Oh ohhh, summer wine.

When I woke up,

the sun was shining in my eyes.

My silver spurs were gone,

my head felt twice its size.

She took my silver spurs,

a dollar and a dime.

And left me craving

for more summer wine.

Oh, oh, summer wine.

Strawberries, cherries and

an angel kissing spring.

My summer wine is really,

made from all these things.

Take off those silver spurs,

help me pass the time.

And I will give to you,

(my) summer wine.

Oh, oh, summer wine.