His name was Samuel
I remember it well
His mum called him by it when she was mad
We'd stand there and watch him get his punishment;
A good talking to
Then we'd go down to the basement and play
He'd come down and say
How much he loved Melody 
How swell she was
That they'd go on their first date
He explained it to a tee
My and his sister would giggle and say no way
Then go back upstairs to play

The years drew on longer
We were growing older now
Young ladies and gentlemen
It was not the same
That was the last day I went to her house
We weren't friends much longer
Went our seperate ways
Though in crossing we might pass a wave

Still Sam didn't lose his boyish zeal to make me squeal
Especially when we landed in the same class
Taunts back and forth
I never could win over him
Once out of lack for anything better I called him a bunny
Oh honey!  
He sure was to have a laugh from that
But something made it fun
I wanted more
Even though I always lost the war of comebacks
The soft funny way he'd say my name, almost in play

I had my moment where I thought it was love
How do I know, maybe it was
But then I heard the news one day
Sam died Friday

What? I must have heard wrong
Not my Sam, not Sam
No it must be some other
I was sick, so sick
I wanted to run but where to
Yes it was my Sam
Yes, the news was true

His sister hugged me at the funeral
Asking me how I'd been
As if nothing were ever wrong between us
I saw there nearly all of my friends
Old and new
It is a sad thing we all had to go through

I went home and thought of how he loved God
And remembered how God called Samuel
and he answered, Here am I