Conrad would be 25
He liked training horses
Took me riding horseback down
Through his mother's forest
Golden spur of columbine
Conrad took me under
There's a cave where we would hide
When we saw the thunder
Oh
There's a fire now
Oh
And he's burning down
On the silver mirror lakes
Conrad liked to linger
Sang a round and 'round we'd pace
Though the maple timber
Glitter speckles on his face
Barefoot on the lichen
I still feel him in this place
Smell the berries ripen
Oh
No one really knew
Oh
Conrad like I do
Oh
After he was gone
Oh
Ashes on the lawn