Sixties (The Essex Green)

You pick the place, darling, I'll pick the date I'll see you there, don't be late Somewhere thru the gold of early autumn breeze Meet me in the sixties There won't be a day since I ain't by your side No more Guinevere bride Yeah wont it be nice, darling, just you and me Meet me in the sixites It never should have happened, no it never was our fate Us living three decades late There'll be flowers at your feet, queen forest lady, please Meet me in the sixties Pack your bags Yeah, but don't take everything I know we're never coming back But you won't need that ring You won't need it A shower of long hair thru which we watch the whole world change It's already been arranged So take train, plane, or bus, or to travel the high seas Just meet me in the sixties