[Celtic introduction]
When dusty summers and slow afternoons
Were spent in shadows and running through dunes.
Where love and laughter filled the warm summer air
And our shoes were thrown off and our feet were left bare.
[Chorus]
In a time that oozed freedom with innocence abound.
In a place that felt safe, with new paths to be found.
On a journey to find where the wild strawberries grew,
She showed me nature hiding beneath fresh morning dew
With the scent of the earth and the birds in full song,
Brambles and bugs laced through grass that was long.
Her hand held mine, her pose full of grace,
Her hair floating like clouds across her beautiful face.
She shielded her eyes from the sun, so to see
Where the wild strawberries grew, where they might be.
We knelt in the clover and saw on the ground,
The ruby red jewels, waiting there to be found.
[Chorus]
In a time that oozed freedom with innocence abound.
In a place that felt safe, with new paths to be found.
On a journey to find where the wild strawberries grew,
She showed me nature hiding beneath fresh morning dew
She smiled and her love touched my heart in a glow,
And we picked the wild strawberries 'til it was time to go.
Our basket, though small, was full to the brim
And we headed home with the sun low and light dim.
[Instrumental]
[Chorus]
In a time that oozed freedom with innocence abound.
In a place that felt safe, with new paths to be found.
On a journey to find where the wild strawberries grew,
She showed me nature hiding beneath fresh morning dew
Our memories locked, maybe hidden away...
Until I walk the same path, on a much later day, Holding the hand of my child, I know where to go And I show her the dew, where the wild strawberries grow.
