Crazy 60

The birds sing the Mothers song, you can hear her talking to them, thru them, in every

Multifaced diamond of their soul, the birds open wings Imagine sea, earth, land

Call each other, clown around, tribal migrations, bringing their banner home, to fae land

To fae land, their goddess ancient, from where i stand, you pass G, can you hear

The joy they bring? Under Mothers mysterious canopy, above us, i saw you

Lead me, G, and ill follow you, still in love with you, your classical Vision, was so regal