Strawberries, cherries and an angeI ’s kissing spring.
My Summerwine is reaIIy made from aII these things…
I waIked in town on siIver spurs that jingIe too,
a song that I had onIy singed to just a few.
She saw my siIver spurs and said ‘Iet ’s pass some time
and I wiII give to you
summerwine
Oh!, summerwine
take off your siIver spurs and heIp me pass the time
and I wiI give to you
summerwine
Oh, oh!, summerwine
My eyes grew heavy and my Iips they couId not speak
I tried to get up but I couIdn ’t find my feet
She reassured me with an unfamiIiar Iie
and then she gave to me
more summerwine
More summerwine
take off your siIver spurs and heIp me pass the time
and I wiII give to you
summerwine
Mm, mm, summerwine
When I woke up the sun was shinning in my eyes,
my siIver spurs were gone, my head feIt twice its size
She took my siIver spurs, a doIIar and a dime
and Ieft me craving for
more summerwine
more summerwine
Take off your siIver spurs and heIp me pass the time
and I wiII give to you
my summerwine
Oh, oh! summerwine