A Trip To a Forgotten Place
Let’s free our minds of hate and travel toward the sand
We’ll take the gypsy road north to see the gentle ones play
Tunes on guitars about the beauty of the sea, sky and land
And hear what women with flowers in their hair have to say
I want to cruise by the emerald farms of quiet communes
To watch men driving buggies on a pretty sun soaked day
While seeing innocent children frolicking to calm tunes
And their parents happy to just see them run fast and play
We’ll find a park and lie down under the sun around noon
Pull out a basket filled with fruits and the soup of the day
Just a peaceful day in a place with a style that left to soon
A forgotten place but one worth visiting when life is gray
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