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