off your silver spurs and help me pass the time And I will give to you summer wine Mmmmm-mmmm summer wine Oooh-ooh summer wine Mmmm-mmmm summer wine Ooh-ooh summer wine
some time. And I will give to you summer wine. Ohh-oh-oh summer wine. Female: Strawberries, cherries and an angel's kiss in spring. My summer wine is
(Ville Valo & Natalia Avelon) Sie: Erdbeeren Kirschen und der Kuss eines Engels im Fruhjahr, mein Sommerwein wird wirklich von all diesen Dingen gemacht
some time And I will give to you summer wine BOTH: Oh-oh summer wine ANDREA: Strawberries, cherries and an angel's kiss in spring My summer wine is really
time. And I will give to you summer wine. Ohh-oh-oh summer wine. Female: Strawberries, cherries and an angel's kiss in spring. My summer wine is really
You don't wanna hang around Said you were leaving town for the summer At least till sundown Cuz time ain't gonna grind you down, ain't gonna waste your
that first slow dance and that first long kiss There ain't nothing baby better then this It's like a beach blanket and a bottle of wine It feels something
Near a star called Sun It was there that my mom came undone Sounds of a summer parade 90.5 in the shade She drifted off on the 4th of July A holiday
truth that keeps me thrown askew. Misguided by the 405 'cause it lead me to an alcoholic summer. I missed the exit to your parents' house hours ago. Red wine
friends, How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat, Some dance to remember, some dance to forget, So I called up the Captain, `Please bring me my wine
there Is it winter there This winter Meet me in the summer time We can know the end Sweet Virginia countryside I will meet you then Blood and lips and cherry wine
When I was seventeen It was a very good year It was a very good year for small town girls And soft summer nights We'd hide from the lights On the village
August the third month Summer with sunrays While sunshine blazed My eyes were kind of glazed To put some cream in my coffee I'm making a call Cooling
While the summer is killed by the fall Alive behind the crimson door While the winter sings:"your love will be the death of me" Death served wine for
sun I miss you most of all When they burn those bonfires tall Smoking ashes fill the air And the harvesters are everywhere No time to waste, let’s drink the wine
't lose it Incandescent light at doors In adolescent menopause In little clicks you got the music stops The needle sticks and the penny drops The summer
on money money on mind mind mind on my money mind[yo hoe rai que quo)... mind on money ay mind on my money babe... how does this money taste wine in yo