16, Maybe Less

Beyond the ridge to the left
You asked me what I want
Between the trees and cicadas
Singing round the pond
I spent an hour with you
Should I want anything else?

One grin and wink
Like the neon on a liquor store
We were 16, maybe less
Maybe a little more
I walked home smiling
I finally had a story to tell

And now in autumn time, lullaby
Sing our newborn love to sleep
My brother told me he saw you there
In the woods, morning on Christmas Eve
Waiting

I met my wife at a party
When I drank too much
My son is married
And tells me we don't talk enough
Call it predictable
Yesterday my dream was of you

Beyond the ridge to the west
The sun had left the sky
Between the trees and the pond
You put your hand in mine
Said time has bridled it's bow
But I remember you too

And now in autumn time, lullaby
Sing our newborn love to sleep
I dreamed that I traveled and found you there
In the woods, morning on Christmas Eve
Waiting