Summer Highland Falls
I've always loved this, but now it has new meaning to me. I'm not a "manic depressive" but the words hit home now. I have found my birth family and we are about to meet. My mother surrendered me nearly 52 years ago. My birth father was a good pianist by ear--I've followed. So, I'm attempting to pound it out (literally--sorry) for when I meet my relatives in NY/NJ this summer. The lyrics are exactly what I'm thinking upon meeting my blood relatives for the first time...thank you!