"Sevierville Summer"

She was a farmer's daughter
Now how cliche' does that sound
And we played barefoot in the creek bed
Catching crawdads and minnows
On our way to the swimming hole

Her hair was the color of fresh cut hay
Her eyes as blue as the southern sky
And I found myself falling in love
With my next door neighbor
In the hot Sevierville summer

She softly sang a Jimmy Martin tune
Something about the hills of Tennessee
As down through the trickling creek
She reached for my hand
To steady herself on the slippery stones

The water worn rock and moss
Slick beneath out bare feet
Soon she slipped from my side
And I willingly fell with her
Amidst the escape of laughter.

Crawdads and minnows forgotten
Coveralls and jeans soaking wet
All I can remember is kissing her
Sitting in a creek bed
Silently thanking Jesus for love

And on days when I am lonely
I remember that one special moment
When two teenagers and friends
Became something much more meaningful
In the Sevierville summer.