At the little church down the road
Past the wheat my Daddy sowed,
And the chestnut mare we rode,
I carry with me a heavy load.
I sure loved you, but you loved him.
I can’t forget we went for a swim,
Skinny dipping in thin moonlight
He came too, you said he might.
The water was dark they all would say,
No one could tell just where things lay.
He jumped in once. He jumped in twice.
I heard him say your body was nice.
He jumped again, the boy was dead.
He hit a rock, a blow to the head.
You cried and cried, but he was gone.
I held you close and carried on.
He’s buried now with his grama near,
I shoveled dirt to hide my fear.
I married the girl the following Spring,
Three little children we would bring.
To the little church down the road
Past the wheat my Daddy sowed,
And the chestnut mare we always rode,
I keep that secret, never told.
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