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