Harry Belafonte Fifteen song lyrics

The sweetest wine in the world

Is the fruit on the vine

The sweetest love and our truth

Is the love of your youth

At fifteen I saw her and thought her

So beautiful I kissed her from a distance

For my young love was locked inside

The sweetest wine in the world

Is the fruit on the vine

The sweetest love neath the skies

Is the love she denies

At sixteen I met her and Yet her

Sweet loving lips were eager for another

And my young love was cast aside

The sweetest wine in the world

Is the fruit on the vine

The sweetest love I had learned

Is the love thats returned

At eighteen I mood her

Afraid love would once again you loot her

I pursued her and I made her my darling bride

Shes mine now forever and ever

Ill sip the wine of fifteen, sixteen, eighteen

For the fruit on the vine is mine