When My Radio Could Sing

The swinging sixties never swung As much as people said But for me, the bands And the songs they sung Linger on inside my head I rocked and rolled to Morningtown On a wagon with one wheel And followed tracks That took me down To fields that felt surreal A jungle snake both sang and hissed When a man climbed on his cloud Then a windmill turned In the Autumn mist And a policeman laughed out loud In a warm and gentle wonderland On a train whose whistle blew A swinging star Introduced his band And sang a rainbow too God only knows when I look back Why The Miller told his tale And I can’t explain Why Grocer Jack Turned a whiter shade of pale But I'm thankful for those days back then Before the years rolled by Those were the days In dreams and when There was spirit in the sky.