Harry Belafonte Fifteen
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 that’s returned
At eighteen I mood her
Afraid love would once again you loot her
I pursued her and I made her my darling bride
She’s mine now forever and ever
I’ll sip the wine of fifteen, sixteen, eighteen
For the fruit on the vine is mine
