| Artist | Deana Carter |
| Song | Strawberry Wine |
| Director | Roger Pistole |
| Intro | No |
| Outro | No |
| Sound Mix | Stereo |
| Technical Specifications | colour - format unknown |
Deana Carter performs around an old Southern farmhouse as the video moves between the present and memories of a summer long ago. Flashbacks follow a teenage girl discovering first love with a young man on the porch, in a swing, on country roads, and beside railroad tracks. Scenes with her grandparents deepen the sense of family and place. The grown woman revisits the landscape, where familiar locations now carry the bittersweet weight of a romance that has ended and a season that cannot return.
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He was working through college on my grandpa's farm. I was thirsting for knowledge and he had a car. (yeah) I was caught somewhere between a woman and a child. When one restless summer we found love growing wild. On the banks of the river on a well beaten path. It's funny how those memories they last. Like strawberry wine and seventeen. The hot July moon saw everything. My first taste of love oh bittersweet. The green on the vine. Like strawberry wine. I still remember when thirty was old. ... |