That's Tom Paxton's song, which I think he called "Cindy's Crying." We were at the Philadelphia Festival just at the time he wrote the song. He and Midge were looking for a place to change their baby (facilities were less than amenable at Philly in those days) and they used our pickup camper. Tom sang the song while Midge changed the diaper (a reasonable division of labor?). That baby now has a PhD in something like Medieval Studies, I've been told, or some similarly obscure academic field.

Unfortunately, although I've always considered it a profoundly moving song, I don't have the words at this time. Other 'Catters surely will, though. Be patient.

Sandy