She was caught somewhere between a woman and a child.
It was one restless summer we found love growing wild.
On the banks of the river on a well beaten path.
Its funny how those memories they last.
The biggest fear was September when I had to go. A few cards and letters a long distance call.
We drifted away like the leaves in the fall.
But year after year I come back to this place.
Just to remember the taste, on the banks of a river on a well beaten path ~ G. Berg