Her name was Hilary Fowles
From the county high school
Housemaster told me she’s bad
But I thought she was cool
Those shiny black stockings
The flowers sown on her jeans
And Jimi Hendrix still rocking
And we were only sixteen
And this was the summer of love
And I remember it still
As clear as yesterday
Beneath the Winchester hills
And now all is said and done
Was this the greatest thrill?
Behind the squash court wall
Our hidden paradise
Stealing kisses, sharing cigarettes
Beneath the Winchester skies
And this was our generation
Rolling joints, flowing hair
And all that talk about revolution
And something new in the air
And this was the summer of love
I took Hilary Fowles
To our big school ball
She got so rolling drunk
She couldn’t walk any more
And there was a scandal
And I was given the blame
And her father so angry
I never saw her again
And this was the summer of love …
This was the greatest thrill
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