Kingston Trio - Raspberries, Strawberries

[Spoken:]
A young man goes to Paris
Aas 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 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
The ones we drink 'em to

[Spoken:]
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 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
The ones we drink 'em to

[Spoken:]
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 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