Summer Wine

Summer Wine - Isabelle Boulay

Strawberries cherries and an angel's kiss in 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 sung to just a few

She saw my silver spurs and said let's pass some time

And I will give to you summer wine

Ooh summer wine

Strawberries cherries and an angel's kiss in 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

Ooh 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 an unfamiliar line

And then she gave to me more summer wine

Ooh summer wine

Strawberries cherries and an angel's kiss in 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

Ooh 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 cravin' for more summer wine

Ooh summer wine

Strawberries cherries and an angel's kiss in 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 my summer wine

Ooh summer wine