Half way up the hill, he breathed, it was 1973,
In the trees, he senses the peace,
Milton lake with Judy Huntley,
So much blond hair, falling out of that flower clip,
No makeup, the taste of her lips,
God she was beautiful, and for April, she was his,
The tree is still there, fading words in the vines,
The innocence of time, he sits for awhile...
His dads grave is in another grove,
He told him, Dad, she said she loves me so,
Fingers of tobacco in his hair,
Remember son, don\'t be scared,
When love comes, be there,
He left him in 1981, Judy a memory,
Flowers for the grave, Dad her names Michele,
I think she loves me...