Jack and Jill

Jack was a boy of 7
In 1958
On his way to heaven
When someone closed the gate
Saying 7 was the season
Life was closing in
He’d reached the age of reason
And understood his sin
Jack fell down and broke his crown
His shining soul was shattered
Oh it’s a fact
He heard it crack
And his heart
Came tumbling after
Jill was just 11
In 1962
On her way to heaven
When womanhood shone through
Now her body takes her over
Love had come to stay
Jack is coming over
And childhood drops away
Jack and Jill went up the hill
With all the sons and daughters
And stories tell that by that well
They shared a pail of Water
What do you think they found there?
What were they looking for?
Life or Love or all the above?
Or was it something more?
Jack was almost 18
In 1969
Already tired and aching
With so much on his mind
And Jill she’s there beside him
And I’m told she Loves him still
Hand in his she guides him
Still heading up the hill
Oh, Jack might fall but don’t we all?
And Jill might tumble after
But they won’t stop ‘till they reached the top
To share a pail of Water