Hi Maggie,

I still sing this song often, and everytime I do I still see your father's smiling face:

"In the woods and the meadows beneith the bright moon,
Every lad with his lass makes the most of the June,
It's a shame that a handsome, young fellow like me,
should be left, while the nightengale sings in the tree!"

CHEERS for you, Bob(deckman)Nelson