At Chittenango Falls I liked the way
we kissed. I wasn’t sure how far to go.
I wanted to make love to you that day
but wasn’t sure if I should take it slow.
You spread a blanket underneath a tree
and wrapped yourself around me in the shade
your body, warm and comfortable to me
I felt your love although it wasn’t made
At Chittenango Falls the air was cool
from water as it splashed upon its way
The stream descended down into a pool
We’d found the perfect place to kiss and lay
I think of Chittenango Falls and you
whenever I feel sad or down or blue.