Strawberry Wine - (Tribute to Deana Carter)

Strawberry Wine - (Tribute to Deana Carter) - Pop Feast

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

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 a 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

And green on the vine

Like strawberry wine

And seventeen

The hot July moon saw everything