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
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."
Ohh-oh-oh, 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.
Ohh-oh-oh, 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.
Ohh-oh-oh, 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.
Ohh-oh-oh, 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.
Ohh-oh-oh, 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.
Ohh-oh-oh, summer wine.