We were sailing, to the island
pretty green afar
I was dreaming, I was scheming
tell me what you are ?
when our boat was neatly anchored
near the concrete shore
you were smiling, I was rating
my chances as before
never again (3x)
in the woods where kings of old did hunt
we only dared to walk
we're like strangers, we hear the angels
with their demon talk
in the cities all the buildings
wore a shirt of sun
we're completing, or competing
with what the wind began
never again (3x)
1967-1978.
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