Raspberries, Strawberries

A young man goes to Paris as ev'ry young man should

Something in air of France that does a young man good

(Ah, les fraises et les framboises et les bon vins nous avons bus

La, 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 ev'ry field and loft

(In ev'ry field and loft)

(Ah, les fraises et les framboises et les bon vins nous avons bus

La, 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 ev'ry 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 framboises et les bon vins que avons bus

La, 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)