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 unreal.
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.
there was en explosion
confines were shattered
a decade of change
revolutions that mattered
awareness was key
a political dancer
freedom and peace
love was the answer
i remember those years
and the great apprehension
of arriving at sixty
and getting a pension
no need to have feared
nothing better depicts me
than to say I have loved
my swinging sixties
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