Memory Of A Free Festival

The children of the summer's end gathered in the dampened grass

We played our songs and felt the London sky

resting on our hands -- it was God's land

It was ragged and naive -- it was Heaven

Touch, we touched the very soul

of holding each and every life

We claimed the very source of joy ran through

It didn't, but it seemed that way

I kissed a lot of people that day

Oh, to capture just one drop of all the ecstasy

that swept that afternoon

To paint that love upon a white balloon

And fly it from the toppest top of all the tops that man has pushed

beyond his brain

Satori must be something just the same

We scanned the skies with rainbow eyes and saw machines

of every shape and size

We talked with tall Venusians passing through

And Peter tried to climb aboard but the Captain shook his head

and away they soared,

Climbing through the ivory vibrant cloud

Someone passed some bliss among the crowd

and we walked back to the road, unchained



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