Harry Belafonte — Fifteen Theme of The World the Flesh and the Devil

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 Shes mine now forever and ever Ill sip the wine of fifteen, sixteen, eighteen For the fruit on the vine is mine