Strawberry Wine

It’s a rainy Saturday…I suddenly start humming a song I haven’t heard for a long time…Its “Strawberry Wine” by Deana Carter from an Album called “Did I shave my legs for this?”

Funny, how songs could stir memories of tastes, images, scents, moods and sensations…all out of the blue.

So here’s the link to the song, and the lyrics.

Strawberry Wine

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 a river on a well beaten path,
It’s funny how those memories they last.

Like Strawberry Wine
The hot july moon
Saw everything
My first taste of love…Woah, 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…


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!