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
 its already been arranged
 so take train, plane, or bus, or to travel the high seas
 just meet me in the sixties