Raspberries, Strawberries - The Kingston Trio
Written by：Will Holt
A young man goes to Paris
As every young man should
There's something in the air of France
That does a young man good
Ah les fraises et les framboises et les bon vins
La la la la la la la la la la la la la
Raspberries strawberries the good wines we brew
Here's to the girls of the countryside
The ones we drink 'em to
Paris nights are warm and fair
The summer winds are soft
A young man finds the face of love
In every field and loft
In every field and loft
Ah les fraises et les framboises et les bon vins
La la la la la la la la la la la la la
Raspberries strawberries the good wines we brew
Here's to the girls of the countryside
The ones we drink 'em to
An old man returns to Paris
As every old man must
He finds the winter winds blow cold
His dreams have turned to dust
His dreams have turned to dust
His dreams have turned to dust
Ah les fraises et les fromboises et
Les bon vins que nous avons bus
La la la la la la la la la la la la la
Raspberries strawberries the good wines we brew
Here's to the girls of the countryside
Whom we must bid adieu