68

In the summer of 68’

I fell in love with this girl

Didn’t have all that much to say

My intentions they were good

63’ those wild and smoky years

Living with no fear of fading away

69’ we married in the fall

Always staying true to that peace and love

But in 72’ I lost my job with a baby on the way

Once a man that could fade away had to be strong for a change

In the summer of 68’

I fell in love with this girl

Didn’t have all that much to say

My intentions they were good

79’ was working all the time

Blinded by this life I was fighting for

83’ we’d forgotten love and peace and every single promise we couldn’t keep

And in 89’ she left me for this Robert st. Germain

He never loved her like I did

And I always tried to say…

I said..

In the summer of 68’

I fell in love with this girl

Didn’t have all that much to say

My intentions they were good

My last day

I was buried underneath

A cherry blossom tree at the hop of the hill

And a woman dressed in black, with flowers blue and green

She stood there at the top of the hill

She only said one thing…

“In the summer of 68’ I fell in love with this boy.

He didn’t have all that much to say, his intentions they were good, oh he was good.”