Sixties

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