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
Green on the vine
like strawberry wine
Chanced upon a bundle of cards stacked in a corner i knew i’d never look.
Peeped through one to find a birthday card from 7 yrs past.
it started singing. The battery was still fine. The song was mine.
Ah! there was a time when love was innocent.
Wanted to keep it on the pretext of sharing with grandchild (ren) someday,
but i had to live with the partner first to see it all happen.
Tore the cards and gave the battery to the neighbour.
The music, my first love, all became a child’s plaything.
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
Funny how those memories they last
~Song: Diane Carter, Strawberry Wine