(Martine Habib:) Strawberries, cherries and an angel's kiss in spring. My summer wine is really made from all these things. (Gilles Marchal:) 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-oh summer wine. (Martine Habib:) 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. (Gilles Marchal:) 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. (Martine Habib:) 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. (Gilles Marchal:) 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 ...