Love Tastes Like Strawberries (West Indian Ballad) [African Classics]

Love leaves sparks like pinwheels flying
Love is soft like tears a' crying
Wine and spices interlaced
Love's got a fresh Strawberry taste

And when the peddler cries Strawberries
That's when my heart replies
Strawberries
Love tastes like Strawberries

Met my love in the market place
My heart stopped when I saw his face
The berry man cried won't you try this
We looked, we bought, we stole a kiss

The berries are gone and Spring has passed
But I know my love will always last
Though rain has come with sudden haste
Love's got a fresh Strawberry taste

And when the peddler cries Strawberries
That's when my heart replies
Strawberries
Love tastes like Strawberries

Strawberries
Love tastes like Strawberries

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