The first time, ever I saw your face, I felt the sun rise in your eyes, and the moon and the stars were a gift you gave
Now I believe that lovers should be draped in flowers
And layed entwined together on a bed of clover
And left there to sleep
Left there to dream of their happiness
"It is not length of life, but depth of life." ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
"Thought breeds thought." ~ Henry David Thoreau
I left my love on a cool damp night, gave myself to it's misty light, was hypnotised by a strange delight, under the lilac tree
I left my heart in San Francisco
High on a hill, it calls to me
The east and the west are mine, the north and the south are mine. All seems beautiful to me.
— Walt Whitman
If you're going to San Francisco, be sure to wear flowers in your hair
Boys get discovered as winter melts
Flowers competing for the sun
where have all the flowers gone, young girls pick them everone, when will they ever learn
You always were the one to show me how
Back then I couldn't do the things that I can do now.
Cause I'm older now, much older than I was, when I was young
Have mercy on me I'm crazy 'bout you
Look at all the things your lips make me do!
You are my song when there's no music to play
Oh I wanna marry someone like youuuuu someday!