She: Strawberries cherries and an angel´s kiss in spring, my summer wine is really made from all these things.
He: I walked in town on silver spurs that jingled to, a 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 summer wine.
She: 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 summer wine.
He: 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 summer wine.
She: Strawberries cherries and 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 summer wine
He: 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 (прим.: в России Барон поет вместо доллар – «рубль») and left me cravin' for more summer wine. Ohh-oh summer wine.
She: Strawberries cherries and 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 summer wine