Rapsberries, 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