I want one thing,
right here,right now,
To stay forever
inside this scheme,
wrapped in the fabric
of a permanent dream.

A dream where I’m walking,
slow through a blossom scene.
Cherry petals falling,
soft and obscene,
with a daughter of flowers
born in between.

She gave birth to the day,
to the spark, to the flame,
She moves beside me,
through water and fire,
the same rhythm we follow,
a truth we admire.

We live here in hippie dreams,
children of flowers, flowing in streams.
She will always be here with me,
together we’ll drift, wild and free.

Her lips smell of spring,
sweet, wild, untamed,
Through her, maybe
life slipped away,

The night touches softly,
Fields with no fences,
no borders, no signs,
no straight, numbered lines.

No painted skies
with sorrowed legends
Just one clear voice,
wiht whispering voice

We live here in hippie dreams,
children of flowers, flowing in streams.
She will always be here with me,
together we’ll drift, wild and free.

That day, when she met me,
I heard the voice of destiny.
it’s time to become,
the One who remains beneath the sun.

It spoke in a language
from what should be,
far from the gravity
of destiny.

And I look at her,
dreaming this life
Is just an unfamiliar path
that will never tear us apart.

We live here in hippie dreams,
children of flowers, flowing in streams.
She will always be here with me,
together we’ll drift, wild and free.